Demons || Jaythan

Demons

Don't get too close,

It's dark inside,

It's where my demons hide,

It's where my demons hide.

-Demons; Imagine Dragons.

Chapter Twelve:

I decided the best way of me escaping the house was to wait until everyone was asleep until I could leave. Especially Jay, he hadn't left me alone since I had come back around after passing out. I felt like a little child that couldn't be left alone for a moment, everywhere I went, he followed. The other lads weren't any better either.

At first I was unsure if I'd be able to get away without having the sleeping tablets injected into me but somehow I managed it. It was a little after 1am; the house was quiet except the snoring coming from next to me (Jay) and in the room next to us (Max). I knew that both Tom and Siva were at their girlfriend's house or in Siva's case, fiancée. Both Max and Jay were heavy sleepers so I didn't have to worry about waking either of them.

It was too late to get a train up to Birmingham so I would have to get a taxi there. The first thing I did was slowly unravel myself from Jay's arm that were wrapped around me, keeping me locked down on the bed as if I was going to be stolen from him. I turned round to face Jay who was sleeping soundly, unaware that I was about to leave and do something so disgusting. 

Like usual I grabbed my balck duffel bag that I had skilfully hidden under a pile of all the clothes I hardly wear now at the bottom of our wardrobe, I had my gloves already on so I didn't have to worry about faffinf about when it came to killing my next victim. I had already called for a taxi which should already be pulling up outside our house anytime soon. As if on cue I heard a care engine and then a honk of a horn - obviously the taxi. I froze when I saw I saw Jay stir a little in his sleep but thankfully didn't wake. I let out a breath, picking up the bag that was now the same colour as my soul (it was even the same texture - flaky and rough). 

Are you ready, young one?

The voice came as soon as I stepped outside.

"Not really." I mumbled under my breath. 

I got into the taxi and offered the taxi driver a small smile. I wondered how horrible it must be to be up at hours like this and drive people around for a living.

"Where to?"

"London Euston please." I answered. 

As soon as I had finished my sentence we were off. The houses were blurring into one another but I kept my gaze onto the house where I had left without a note or telling someone where I was going. I just hoped they didn't worry too much when they woke in the morning and saw I was no where to be found. 

I knew I wasn't going to get back to London on time to look like nothing had happened and I never left. There was nothing that I could do except think up a reasonable excuse and hope that I wouldn't get into too much trouble when I got back.

* * *

An hour and twenty five minute train journey I was in Birmingham. It was nearing 3am and I knew that quite a lot of people would be leaving clubs around this time so that was my best bet to go to. I wasn't too familiar on the area but I knew there must be a couple of clubs around here somewhere. 

A total of 15 minutes later I had found a club called liquid; there was definitely people filling out of the club and I knew it wasn't going to be too hard to chose a victim. I decided to go round the back, otherwise it'd be too obvious and I would be caught in the act. 

I smirked as I saw someone leaning against the wall and as I got closer I could tell he'd been crying or at least he was still in the midst of crying. 

Perfect.

Just from one look I could alrady tell he was going be my next victim. 

"Are you alright mate?" I asked, feigning sympathy.

He shook his head but contradicted himself by saying he was fine.

"You aren't fine at all, tell me what's wrong?" I pried.

He stopped wiping at his eyes and looked up at me. "My boyfriend - Oh god, I can't even begin to describe how much I hate him right now." 

"What about him?" I continued to pry. 

It didn't shock me that he answered my question, no what shocked me the most was that I was prying into a stranger's life and I was loving it, I loved finding out about my next victim and that worried me.

"He - he cheated on me. The bastard." I thought that was the end of it but he continued on with his little story. "He promised! He promised that he would never hurt me and look what he fucking did - Fuck, he was all i've got left and now I have no one. I have hardly a penny to my name, my family hate me and I guess I wasn't good enough for my boyfriend." He let out a dry laugh.

"They're probably fucking right now." He wiped underneath his nose with the bottom of his shirt. 

I had switched off after he had mentioned he didn't have anyone, I could feel just the words alone pulling at the corner of my lips. This was perfect; I could put him out of his misery and not get caught killing him as no one would be looking for him if no one cared about him.

Plus, I could make it look like he killed himself, it would get the police off my back if they suspected it was me. 

"I'm sorry about that mate, that must be horrible. I have a boyfriend myself and even just thinking about him cheating me churns my stomach. I can't imagine the pain you must be going through." 

"If only there was a way the pain would go away." He whispered more to himself but I still heard it.

A sadistic smile spread across my face as I gripped the end of the knife that I had sneaked into my pocket just moments before.

"If only."