Kentrell stood in the shower of his personal house, attempting to scrub the blood that currently occupied his skin.
He held a soft look on his face as he watched the normally clear water turn red as it seeped through the drain.
Half the time when he committed murders, he could barely remember what he'd did during the time or how he'd done it.
Some of them were so brutal, that sometimes he scared himself. It scared him to know that he didn't know what he he was fully capable of.
He wished that he knew how to control himself. That was the worst thing that he hated about himself, the fact that he had no self control nor any self discipline.
Kentrell stepped out of the shower after cleaning himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist.
He looked down at his phone that rested on his bathroom counter, dialing Nylah's number as he opened his bathroom cabinet.
It rung for a few seconds, before dialing out, and he called again. He called twice more, before receiving a text from her.
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He sat his phone down, leaving her on read and sighing to himself.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror, not even recognizing himself. It's like he could see him physical being, but it wasn't him. It was confusing.
"She hates you."
"Kill her."
"Again. Go kill again."
Distorted voices filled the room, and he didn't respond, still trying to find himself in his own reflection.
His phone rung, and watching Nylah's contact flash across the screen, he pressed the green answer button, putting it on speaker.
"I miss you." He said as soon as the call connected, grabbing six pill bottles from his open bathroom cabinet.
"I miss you too handsome. Why did you send all of that money? I don't want that." She told him.
"Because I wanted you to talk to me." He mumbled, taking out one of each of his prescribed medications, checking the time.
"I was at the doctor. But I don't want your money Ky. Not that much, anyways." She chuckled, and he didn't respond, swallowing his pills dry.
"I asked were you okay and you didn't answer. Is something wrong?" She asked, hearing shuffling from his end as he left his bathroom.
"Ummmm I told you I loved you and you didn't answer. Is something wrong bebé?" He tauntingly mocked her, and she laughed, making him smile.
"I love you too. Now answer my question." She said, and he chuckled.
"Yeah I just need you." He mumbled, rubbing lotion in on his body.
