Night fell once again, and I awoke, my thoughts immediately consumed by Owen. I had to see him, talk to him, be with him. I started towards his room to knock but hesitated. No. I would wait a bit and then go over directly.
After a couple of hours, I left my apartment and went to Owen's. I knocked on his door, unsure if he would answer. To my surprise, he did. He looked at me, and my heart fluttered. "Hey," I said softly.
"Hey," he replied, stepping aside to let me in. But I couldn't enter. Not without an invitation. "You have to invite me in, to your home," I told him. He paused, then asked a question I dreaded. "What if I don't? Why can't you just come in?"
I didn't respond, standing silently. He waved his hand in front of the doorway. "Is there something in your way?" he asked. I took a deep breath and walked in. At first, nothing happened, but then I started shaking uncontrollably. Blood seeped from every "NO, NO, NO! STOP! YOU CAN COME IN! YOU CAN COME IN!" he shouted, and immediately, the bleeding stopped. I could move again. He hugged me tightly, and I clung to him, relieved. For a moment, I feared he would let me die.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear. "I don't know. All I know is that this happens when you don't invite me in," I explained. I genuinely didn't understand it, maybe it was some kind of safeguard. "What if I didn't say anything? Would you have kept bleeding? Would you have died?" Owen asked, his voice barely a whisper. He was terrified. "I knew you wouldn't let me," I said with a small smile. I did know he wouldn't let me die.
"Abby, can I ask you something?" Owen's voice was hesitant. "Yes?" I replied, curious about what was on his mind. "Why do you kill people?" he asked, looking sheepish but determined. I hadn't expected him to ask that. I pulled him down to sit with me. "I do it because I have to. To survive," I said quietly. He looked away, processing my words. I touched his face gently. "Owen, be me for a little while. Just for a little while. Be me," I said, my voice trembling.
shared my memories with him, showing him how I became this way. I was attacked by my own uncle, turned into this… thing. The pain was excruciating, endless.
It Hurts
It Hurts
It Hurts
It Hurts
Owen screamed, horrified by what he had seen. He looked so shaken. I'm sorry, my love, but I had to show you.
I went to shower a bit after that, as Owen was in the kitchen. When I stepped out, I heard music playing and I walked out to see Owen in a cute sweater. He looked adorable. "You could borrow one of my Mom's old dresses if you want." He told me. I smiled and walked into his mom's room, picking out a nice white dress.
I came out and twirled around. "How do I look?" I asked. "...Beautiful…" He told me. But the moment was short-lived. "Hello? Owen?" A voice called. Shit. His mother. Owen went almost ghostly white. He grabbed my hand and we ran to his room. He shut the door as I opened the window and leaped out, turning into my apartment. "I'M IN HERE, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" He shouted. I poked my head out and we giggled. It was nice.
I sat alone for hours, wondering what Owen had been planning. Was he trying to seduce me? The thought was silly but endearing. Around 10 PM, I heard a knock on my door. It was Owen."Owen? What about your mom?" I asked, surprised. "Passed out. Drunk," he said, looking down. "Oh, I'm sorry, Owen," I said, feeling a pang of sadness for him. Then I smiled, pulling him into the room and twirling him around. He giggled, surprised. "What was that for?" he asked. "Because you're here," I replied, kissing his forehead. He blushed. "You look so adorable when your face goes red," I teased.
We spent the night talking, playing games, and drawing. Eventually, Owen grew sleepy. I tucked him into Thomas's old bed, covering him with a blanket. Watching him sleep was soothing. Eventually, I had to sleep as well. I wrote him a note: "Hi Owen, good morning! I am in the bathroom, please don't come in. Want to hang out with me again tonight? I really like you. Love, Abby." I kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, my love. See you in the evening," I whispered before heading to the bathroom and...
Went into my deep sleep.