Nightkiller for life

Im sorry (ch 8)

(Nightmares point of view)

After the fight with killer I went to his AU so I could think.  I knew he couldn't teleport so I wouldn't be found.  I thought about what he said.  "No one," I said to myself.  I laughed at myself. "No One" I said louder.  The thing I usually did when I was emotionally hurt was get away.  But I already did that.  So I did the next best thing.  Turn off my emotions.  I've done it before.  It helped me sleep long ago.  It was easy to turn them off but extremely hard to turn them on.  I didn't want to...but why wouldn't I? 

(Turning emotions off like this is probably not possible I'm just running out of ideas)

If I turned them off then I would turn to my passive form.  I didn't want to be stuck in killers AU.  I couldn't go back to the castle.  But what about my AU.  I would probably die if I went back looking like that.  There wasn't anything to lose.  My brothers married.  My friends aren't alone.  And killer could care less about me right now.  I teleported to my AU.  I walked around for a bit looking for dream or cross.  They weren't there.  Perfect.

I walked towards the tree and hid behind it.  I pulled out my soul and put my hand up to it.  I turned my hand triggering my emotions and turned them off.  My goop was disappearing.  My skull was showing.  I grabbed the cloth around the tree and covered myself with it.  I waited about half an hour before I heard footsteps coming up the hill.  Right on time.  I heard them stop and start talking to each other.  I saw them out of the corner of my eye.  One picked up a rock and the other pulled his bat back.  Sammy, Jack, and max.  The three bunnies who broke my skull. 

Sammy through the rock up and jack swung his bat.  The rock was easy to dodge but why would I dodge?  The rock hit me straight in the head.  They started laughing.  When I took the cloth off they stopped. "What the hell happened to you?" Max asked.  I shrugged.  At this point I would have killed them again but I couldn't feel anything so I didn't want to.  "Speak up you freak" Jack said.  "You disappear for years and when we see you again your skull is mostly gone". 

"Man, I wish I was there to see you when it broke," Sammy said.  They started laughing when she said that.  I stood up and stared at them.  "Weirdo," Max said.  "I'm sorry but I'm not a mirror," I replied.  Max ran up to me and grabbed my throat.  It was hard to breathe.  "Say that again and I'll break the other side of your skull".  I smiled.  He pushed me on the ground.  "Freak".  He turned around and walked to Sammy and Jack.  They left.  I knew they would be back later.  They always come back.

The next day they did the same thing again except I was hit with the bat.  It wasn't as hard as the time they broke my skull.  I felt all of the pain fiscally but not mentally.  A few days have passed since I came here.  I wasn't getting as beat as I used to.  I got sick of that.  I grabbed a cup of water from the river not far from here.  When they came back I was waiting.  They hit me with that bat again but when Jack was gonna hit me again I splashed him with water.  "You Little Freak" he yelled.  "Oops my bad".

Sammy and Max grabbed me and pulled me into the village then behind a building.  They pinned me up against the wall.  I was trying to get away but I didn't have the strength to pull away.  I was tired from turning off my emotions.  Jack put his bat up against my chest.  "You're just a freak like your brother," he said.  "Shut up you trash can".  I didn't have emotions but I still talked back.  I knew I was angry but I couldn't feel it.  I felt confused.  Jack got mad at me for saying that.  He pulled his bat back and swung.  He hit me right in the chest.  I coughed up blood.  Everything was blurry and I was blacking out. 

They started to laugh.  I looked up and to the side it looked like someone was standing there.  It looked like a skeleton but I couldn't tell.  It was probably my imagination.  I looked back at jack.  He was getting ready to swing again.  I looked back at the skeleton and it was gone.  I was hit with the bat again.  This time I heard something crack.