The Shape from past

Chapter 20

Michael's POV

Waiting was something that I was usually master at but this time it only made me even more pissed off than before. (Y/n)'s parents are here to yell at her even more and talk about her brothers funerals. What was the big deal anyway? What pissed me off was that she wasn't supposed to do that. She was supposed to be only mine! Not her parents, not her brothers, not her friends. She was only mine and never would be anything else that.

I walk out of my room and into hers. I could hear her mother cry on the living room with her which makes me roll my eyes. I never understood anything about funerals. Have I been even in ones? I wasn't allowed to go to Judith's funeral which wasn't a big miss on my part. The voices told me to do that to her and I wanted to listen to them. Besides, she deserved it. I look around (Y/n)'s room. Where did she put those photo albums?

I still had that one picture of her but I wanted a couple more just in case. I liked to watch them when I couldn't see her. I finally find them in the closet and bring them to our bed. I open one of them and start to go through them. I was angry that I couldn't be with her when these were taken but I was here with her now and I wasn't going to let her go anymore. And if I had to take her away from everyone else, I was more than happy to do so.

I open one of the photo albums and look at her pictures. She was all smiles like nothing was worrying her mind. She had almost forgotten me which makes me angry. I had to make her parents pay for that like her brother paid for his dishonesty. I stop at one of the pictures that made my blood boil in pure fury and the voices in my head started to scream at me again. How dare she?!

There was one picture that was probably taken from a prom or something like that. She was in the picture with some teen boy with her and they were looking to be so happy. Who was this teen anyway and why was she happy with him? She was supposed to be happy only with me! I take the picture and take a real closer look at the boy. If I ever happened to cross paths with him, I would dig out his eyes from his skull and feed them to him. After that he could be a really nice jack-o'-lantern which I would force her to put on the front porch where everyone could see that she only belonged to me.

I start to flip through of the other pages in the album. She looked to be so happy without me that it made me feel even more angry. She couldn't be happy without me since we belonged to each other. I stop at the picture of little her and her dead grandma. I never knew how to feel sad when someone else died but I knew that I would definitely feel something if (Y/n) died. I don't know if it would be sadness but something like that.

I look at the grandma. She seemed to be happy that she had her grandchild next to her. I was happy too when she was with me even if I couldn't show it to her. And most certainly I didn't want her to know about that. I didn't want to be some lapdog to her so she wouldn't get any stupid ideas. That wasn't going to happen. I take the picture with me. I wanted to take some pictures of us but I knew that it could be risky. What if someone wanted to snoop around in my house and found them?

I hear that soft footsteps walk in the room which makes me turn around to look at Toby and Sunny who probably came here to hide from her parents. I reach my hand out for them and Toby runs over to me and starts to beg for affection. I gladly give it to him. Usually I killed other animals like dogs and rabbits but I never saw cats as such nuisance like those animals others. They were quiet and usually wanted only little affection so that was good for me. I just had to teach Sunny to act as coldly to other men like Toby did. Then surely that rat of a doctor wouldn't come here.

Sunny walks over to me and sits down next to my legs. (Y/n) was not going to send the kittens away, she was doing it only when I was dead. Those cats were going to stay here, even if we didn't have any room. Toby laid down next to me and curled into a little ball. I pat his head and turn my attention back on the photos. The voices were screaming in my head so I had to go hunt tonight. Maybe I could take (Y/n) with me since she wanted to have a... date?