"Are you done with that?" Norman asks. I nod, and he grabs my plate, scraping the remaining food into the trash can. "It was good." I say as I wipe my mouth.
"Thank you. It was one of my mother's recipes."
Sighing, I brush off what he said and make my way in to the living room. I'm beginning to go stir crazy. I gotta go somewhere, even just to the grocery store.
Norman comes in and plops on the couch next to me, scooting by me. "Norman, I think I'm going stir crazy. I need to go to the store or something."
He furrows his eyebrows. "Stir crazy?" I nod. "What's that?" "It's when you stay in one place for so long you just, start to feel odd. I don't know how to explain it."
He nods, looking off in the distance. "I've never done that."
I grin. "Because you're a hermit."
He smiles slightly and I hop off the couch, bouncing up the stairs to take a shower.
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After my shower I gussy up and slip into a dress. I grab my pocketbook and keys, then head back downstairs. "Norman I'll be back in a little bit." I smile, kissing the top of his head. He nods, standing up to switch the television on.
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Once I get done grocery shopping, browsing at a clothing store, and just getting some fresh air, I decide to head back home.
When I get home I notice the front door is open, which is odd. "Norman?" I yell. The television is still on. I look down the basement steps. Nope.
I run upstairs, checking all of the rooms. Nothing.
I start to panic and run down to the motel, but the office is locked.
There's no where he would've gone.
Then it hits me.
Doctor Vincent.
Sorry about the whole "not updating for a month" thing. Writers block is a bitch. I WISH I could write this story. I love Norman Bates so damn much! And thank you to those who have left comments, I genuinely appreciate it!