Part Fourty Six

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I stayed home, claiming I was sick. I was tired. So tired. I wanted to hurt him. But I can't. I want to have Ash have both of her parents but he's getting too close for comfort.
I remembered all of the murders.
I wore protection.
I took good care of the evidence.
I discarded of the bodies (in a way).
So why am I thinking that I messed up?
Who knows, maybe you know.
I looked around my bedroom with sudden boredom. I walked downstairs and looked around the living room.
I heard a wiring noise and noticed a camera in the corners of the wall. What the hell?
That bastard is watching my every move.
Shit.
I sat down and turned on the TV, watching the news. The murders were showing again. I had to look upset to convince him.
As the reporters shows gruesome photos, my forced my jaw to drop.
"Oh my god.." I stared intently at the screen.
I studied the pictures and quietly admired them.
I did fantastic work.
I probably made him extremely bored, him just watching me watch television all day.
Maybe he knew that I knew that he was watching me?
Sometimes I really feel paranoid. I got up to get some food and heard the noise again.
Goddamnit.
I'm just getting food, calm down!
I crossed my legs as I sat on the couch, eating cereal.
All of these shows aren't even interesting.
It's sad that us humans need constant entertainment.
Couldn't we just entertain ourselves?
No, because we're lazy.
I did dishes and my laundry. Then I curled up on the couch, taking a cat nap until everyone came home.
I sat up as I heard the door open.
"Hey guys." I smiled at them.
These are going to be a rough couple of days.

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