I Was The Witness.

Perfect.

Terrified and trembling in the back seat of his car, i manage to lift my pounding head up a little to look out the window. Nothing is familiar. Im somewhere far away from my home. I will never be able to find my way home. Im done for.

The car jerks and comes to a stop. We are pulled up infront of a regular sized, regular looking house. Its a navy blue and has a garden infront. Why does a guy so creul and horrid live in such a neatly looking house.

He looks side to side as if looking for a wandering neighbor or citizen and opens my door. Why would he be looking for someone out here? This place is fucking deserted. Maybe he is stupid. I'll definitally have a good chance of getting out if his stupidity keeps up. My shoulders drop at the thought of being able to or actually having a chance to escape.

Im forced up the freshly painted white steps and shoved inside the house. It smells clean and cared for. He really is strange. I decide not to let him get to me, i want to show him that im stronger than what he thinks. Am i stronger than what he thinks? i dont know. Maybe im just lying to myself, and thats not a good thing to do.

"Snap out of your lala land little miss you're mine now" the man snapped.

His? i'm his?

"I AM NOT YOURS " i shout.

That set him off he pulled me closer and punched me. I staggered back. He has hit me. I feel weak. I feel defensless. I am defensless. I cant do anything about it or he'd just hit me again. My plan was most definitaly not going to work anymore. How am i supposed to be strong? i dont know.

He pushed me down what seemed to be a million steps before stopping in a neatly organized room. Although it was organized everything in the room was grey... it was very plain like me. Did he have this planned? Even if i hadent of witnessed poor little Lucy's murder would i still end up here? Questions i cant answer run through my mind as if they were just trying to agitate me. Quetion after question. Why did he take Lucy? Why did he kill her? Why is his house so normal? Why was he watching those skeets by my school all those days? Why did he choose my school? Why did..

"How do you like your room?" he broke my thoughts.

"I.. its... i mean .. grey."

"YOU DONT LIKE IT?" he yelled.

"no" i felt so weak "yes" i didnt know the right answer "i mean i was just wondering why you chose grey?"

"oh well you could of just asked!!" he sounded like he was trying to be fatherly. That scared me the most. "I just didnt know whether the next child i adopt was going to be a girl or a boy so i chose grey. We can always paint it pink or something?"

ADOPT?? hes definitaly crazy. i think to myself.

"Oh i ... i see" i find my self stuttering an awful lot lately. I guess im just being causious of my word choice.

"You, you see?? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"

"It means i understand i.. im sorry!" does he have a personality disorder? one minute hes like a kind man who wouldnt hurt a fly, the next hes some sico who freaks about my word choice. im scared. i admit it.

Days went on and on and on. It felt like forever. The man constantly repeated "must be perfect, must be perfect, must be perfect" I FIGURED IT OUT! He has a perfectionest disorder! Thats why he got so angry about the room he thought it wasnt perfect enough!

*** so hes a perfectionist, so what happens if Alyssa isnt perfect??? find out next***