Chapter 8.
Jessica's point of view.
I was getting more worried by the minute. I don't know where Michael is and he has been gone for hours. It was getting colder and darker outside and I was worried about him. I tried to call my parents again to see if they were really coming over here. If they were, I wouldn't know what to do with Michael. It was getting colder and colder by the hour and I really didn't want Michael to be outside too long because he could get sick. Besides he could get super jealous. I walk in circles in the living room. Timmy was looking at me from the couch, tilting his head side to side. "He's okay, right?" I ask him but he only looks at me silently. Maybe I should turn on the TV to see if there is any news of Michael or any murders that happened between these hours? Suddenly I hear a knock on the door and I turn to look at the door. Was Michael knocking on the door? I quickly walk over to it and hesitate to open it, a little scared to see who was on the other side. I open the door and face no other than Dr. Loomis. I feel my heart stop when he looks at me with his sharp eyes. What was he doing here?! "Dr. Loomis! Can I help you?" I ask him, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Can I come in?" He asks as he looks around my house. "Sure." I say as I step aside to let him in. he walks inside, looking around my house as if he was trying to find something rather than someone. I close the door and walk after him. Timmy was sitting on the couch which had new cushions on it. I couldn't wash off the blood off them so I quickly got new ones and hid the old ones so I could dispose of them later. "You got new cushions." He says looking at Timmy, who was sending him a nasty glare. "Yeah. I just hope that he doesn't claw at these ones too." I say looking at Timmy. I felt horrible that I was blaming Timmy for what Michael did but I'll make sure to give him lots of treats afterwards. "So, is there something you needed?" I say quietly, turning to look at him. Dr. Loomis nodded his head as he looks at my counter which had his business card on it. "Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" I ask him and he give me another quick nod. I walk to the kitchen to make the coffee. "Are you sure you haven't seen it?" He suddenly asks, making me almost jump as the coffee maker was doing its job. I take a deep breath in and turn to look at him. "I haven't seen him. I don't even want to try and look for him after you said that he would kill me." I say to him, forcing some tears to make their way to my eyes. "Just like Sarah." I say quietly. He nods as he sits down at the table. "I urge you to stay as far away from it as you can if your are alone." He says as I put the fresh cup of coffee in front of him. I take my cup and sit opposite him, looking at the warm liquid inside. "I'm sorry for your loss." He continues and I wipe the tears that escaped from my eyes. "Thanks, that means a lot to me." I say quietly to him. He hums while he nods his head. "I wanted to ask for your help." He says and I look up at his, a little confused. "I was thinking you could be bait for him." I look at him like he was insane. Bait? I shake my head quickly. "No no no no no. I'm not going to do that." I say to him, starting to feel panic rising in me. Michael would be devastated if I betrayed him and then he would skin me alive. He would be absolutely broken. "listen, I know it's dangerous but I'll make sure that you wouldn't get in harms way. I know he's coming for you and it would be a perfect opportunity to catch him." I look at him, feeling my heart break in two. I wanted to do the right but I also wanted to keep Michael safe. "If you catch him, what are you going to do to him?" I ask him, making him take a deep breath. "Send it to prison." He said coldly, sending shivers down my spine. I know that he would survive there but he was just a man that really needed help with his mental health. "I really don't want to get involved in this." I say to him., making him look at me for a moment. He takes a big sip out of his coffee and gives me a little nod. "I don't blame you. It's a horrible monster and I don't want to face it any more." He says with a low tone. I nod as if I was agreeing with him but it was more like I was taking his words in. I started to feel worse than before for Michael. I needed to hear his side of that hospital. Dr. Loomis gets up from his seat as he drinks the rest of his drink. "Thank you for the coffee. I think I should leave now." He said as he started to walk to the front door.
Michael's Point of View.
I look at the carnage around me. Blood splattered everywhere around the room, the voices in my head only whispers for now. I had to walk all the way to the other side of the city to avoid the police. Besides, I had to move my killing there so those idiots would look for me there not be around Jessica's house. I look at the mangled corpses on the floor. It was a little surprising how much blood was in a human but it never had any effect on me. I look around the house. It was a family with two teenagers and although the father tried to fight me, he didn't even make a scratch on me. My eyes landed on a cat statue that was decorating the kitchen counter. I walk over to it ant take a closer at it. Jessica would love it but not it had some blood on it. I take the statue and walk over to the sink, letting the cold water wash the blood away. I take another look at it, tilting my head side to side to take in every detail. It was golden and had some white spirals on it. I walk over to the back door while I put the statue in my pocket. I leave the door open as I start to head back to Jessica's house. I wanted to move her into my house but now that it has been ruined and the police were keeping a close eye on it, it wasn't safe for her any more. But her house is a good replacement for now. It was already dark outside when I started to walk back to her. The cold air almost made me shiver from the breeze but the thought of being in Jessica's warm arms gave me some comfort. I didn't realize that I started to walk a little faster. I stand behind a tree when I see a police car driving in front of me. They really were trying to find me even when I walked around just in front of their noses. But because of them strolling around the whole town finding victims was a little harder and the voices were sometimes getting louder. I turn my head to look to the side as I hear a soft cry make its way to my ears. I look over to one of the houses where the cry was coming from. I start walking over to the house to see that there was a pram left outside in the cold on the back porch. I walk over to it and take a look inside. There was a little kid crying because of the cold. I remember that my mother did that to my little sister to make her sleep better but this one wasn't sleeping. It's face was all red from the cold. It teary eyes land on me, while it was still crying. I tilt my head in wonder. It wouldn't take much to kill this one. I was vulnerable like a baby rabbit facing a grown wolf. I put my bloody hand on its face, colouring it in blood, it was cold. I pull my hand back and test if the back door was open. I wasn't surprised when the door opens with a little creek. I take a look inside the house and see a couple sitting in front of the TV. I walk closer to them and see beer bottles everywhere the couple was passed out on the couch. I tilt my head to look at them, they were pathetic. I take my knife and stab the male in the throat, making him let out a little gasp. His eyes were wide as I take the knife out of his neck and I turn to the woman. I stab her in the stomach, ripping it open. She screams out a painful scream as her hand wrap around my hand that was holding the knife. She looks up at me with teary eyes. "Please! Stop!" She cried out as life drained from her eyes. Then she went limp on it and I pull the knife out of her. I walk back outside through the backdoor. I take baby out of the pram, looking around the neighbourhood. There was only one house that still had lights on and I make my way there. An old lady was sipping something from a coffee cup. I walk over to the house's back door and leave the blood covered baby there. It started to cry as soon as I put it down. I look at it one more time but then turn to walk away. It was only then that I noticed that the voices were a little quieter than before. I shake it off for a while and listen to their whispers. I didn't know what they were saying and I was too tired to care for now. I wanted to go back to Jessica and Timmy. I was a little disappointed in myself when they found Jessica's sisters body so fast but I was glad that Jessica forgave me so quickly for that. If she didn't, I wouldn't know if we would be together any more. I knew that Dr. Loomis wouldn't leave me alone and I knew it wouldn't be long before I either end up dead or back in that hospital. I also knew that he would come back to harass Jessica again sooner or later.
I finally get back to Jessica's house. All the lights were turned off and curtains were closed. I walk over to the backdoor while I wipe my other hand on the overalls and get inside, locking the door behind me. I didn't want to leave blood marks on the door because of her nosy neighbours. I head over to the kitchen counter where the roses were and I take the statue out of my pocket and leave it next to the roses. I hear footsteps behind me and I turn to look at Timmy who was watching me curiously. He meows and walks over to me. He pushes his body against my leg. I turn to look at the bathroom door and make my way inside. Jessica wouldn't want me to get in the bed covered in blood and stinking like death, I undress and take the mask off my head. I look at my reflection in the mirror for a while. The gun wounds were healed, only leaving scars behind. My left eye on the other hand was cloudy. I noticed that it affected my vision only a little bit and I wasn't worried about it. But my face was still unknown to me. I try to look at it and try to get used to it but it only brought me pain. I look away from the mirror, feeling strange about it. I didn't know who my reflection was. Jessica recognized me even when I couldn't recognize myself. Maybe she could sense who I was? I get in the warm shower, letting the water was away the blood off my skin. I couldn't even remember when I last had a warm shower without being treated like an animal. I look at the bottles that were sitting on the edge of the tub. I take one of them, opening it to smell it. It smelt almost as good as Jessica so this must be what she uses to wash herself. I poor some of the body wash on my hand and wash myself with it. I enjoy every moment of my new freedom from that hell hole I was in for fifteen years. I get out of the shower and put my boxers on. I didn't have any other clothes but I could take Jessica's ex's clothes to use like she said. I put my mask back on and walk out of the bathroom to the hallway closet. I take some shorts and a T-shirt out of a box. I quickly put them on and walk upstairs. I look from the doorway and see Jessica's sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. I walk over to her, noticing Timmy was laying at the other end of the bed.
I sit down next to Jessica, looking at her sleeping figure for a little while. Sometimes I wonder where I would be if I didn't kill my sister. What kind of career I could have had? Would Jessica and I still be together? I guess I won't ever find out. I lay down next to Jessica, looking at the ceiling for a while. I was starting to feel cold without the blanket so I start to tin on her blanket, trying to steal some from her. Jessica opens her sleepy eyes and she looks right at me. "Hi." She says quietly and she lifts the blanket and puts it over me. I feel instantly warmer. Jessica puts her head on my shoulder and lifts her other hand on my chest. "You are so cold." She whines, making me roll my eyes. I knew that already and I didn't need her to remind me. "You smell like wildflowers." She says and I turn my head to look at her. There was a smile on her lips as she nuzzled her face against me. "I like it." I feel my cheeks burn from her comment as she hums a little amused. My whole body is suddenly feeling tingly, making me a little confused. What was the feeling? The voices on my head were completely silent but my heart picked up some extra speed and I was getting worried. I lift my other hand and I put it on her hand, loving her soft touch against my ice-cold skin. I didn't know why my body was like this, but I didn't mind it at all. I look over to her bedside table and see her alarm clock. I reach over to it and turn it off. She didn't need to go anywhere when I was here with her. I wanted to be with her so she couldn't stay mad at me to long. I rub her back as she was sleeping again and for once I felt a little normal, without the voices in my head. This feeling was something that I didn't know I needed but I know that this could be something to get obsessed over.