"Hey? Are you alright?" I heard him ask which drifts me back to reality.
I looked at his face and saw the same angelic smile on it. His smile always calm all the stress and anxiety I'm feeling. His eyes staring at me always make my heart tremble. Just what thing did I saw back there? Thinking that that thing is connected with this man is really unbelievable. Remembering even one picture of the place I've discovered is truly horrible.
"Hey?" He said again, touching my arms with his right hand while caressing my hair on his left.
"S-sorry. My head is aching, I think I need some rest." Answered I, while planning how to get away on this place.
He sighed heavily and guides me to lie on my bed. He gave me a comforter that warms the freezing of my body, even for a little.
"Rest well, my dear." He said while playing with my hair. How can this gentle guy be the same guy in my memory? How can this angel be the same one who terrorizes others? Is this guy the same person as the one I love?
I hugged him tightly, still having a hard time believing the truth that slaps my created reality. This smell, I will miss so much. The mixture of sweat and his natural scent is addicting to me. His broad shoulders that lingers on my body and his breath that slowly sipping the sanity on me, I need to let all of that go. The him that loved me so much is only a pretention. The him that cared for me is all his acts, and here I am, dumb enough to bite those stupidity.
I'm ready to let go of all the things he and I have. If only he did not arrived early, I will not be here. If only I am prepared for that secret, I won't stay this long on this house with him.
Slowly, I'm pulling myself apart from him when an agonizing pain travels from one of my legs to all of my body. Feeling it is terrifying, but seeing it is devastating. Our 12-inches butcher knife has been planted on my right legs, while crimson blood is flowing on it. I stare at him and saw the grin on his face. His once angelic face turns into a devilish one; his smile never have I seen before. It was full of malice. I tried standing up but the pain on my legs is too hard to bear. It hurts like hell; I feel like dying.
"W-why?" I asked him with gritted teeth, enduring my suffering and gathering the courage I have left.
"Why, you ask? I know everything, my dear." He answered while still smiling like crazy.
"Fuck!" I screamed as he suddenly squeeze the knife on my legs and how I wish I just die.
"Stop, please. I beg you. Just finish me." I cried to him, wanting to end this nightmare, wanting to stop seeing his madness eat his entirety.
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