You and Me

Psychopath pt. 3

I hummed a bit as I walked up to you, pulling a rag out of my pocket and putting cloroform on it then asking the million dollar question.

"Does this rag smell like chloroform?"

Your scream stopped and you tried to stay conscious but, of course, it didn't work.

I chuckled slightly.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said, picking you up gently, making sure to support your head.

I carried you out and aroumd the corner, setting you carfully in my car and buckling you in before getting in myself.

"Mama always says safety first," I murmured to myself before buckling myself in, locking the doors, and begining the long drive to my house.

(Time skip)

You woke up in a place that was definatly not your home.

You looked around then sat up, immediately noticing some very strange things.

You were in a room that looked like it was inhabited by a little girl, a teenager, and an adult, all at once.

The room was painted dark blue, black, and pink. Not in stripes or dots or anything normal. No patterns. It was almost like someone had tried to cover up one color with another, then stopped half way through, then repeated the process multiple times.

There was clutter all over a writing desk that was set in one corner of the room, then there was another corner that was covered in pieces of art that belonged in a kindergarten classroom, and there was a shelf stacked with stuffed animals and plastic horses, and there were also fandom posters sprinkled around the room. Including, P!ATD, Star Wars, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Avengers, to name a few.

There was a closet, which was just full of clothes, as expected. There was a dresser beside it, and a bookshelf filled with books rangeing from Judy Moody, to The Cronicals of Narnia.

The bed was space themed, a simple black frame, and the bedsheets that were covered in stars and galaxies.

No windows whatsoever.

Another strange thing was that you were tucked into the bed. The blanket comfortably on top of you.

You tossed the bedding aside and got out of the bed quickly, but almost immediately ended up in the ground, a cry of pain escaping you.

'Oh yeah, that crazy person shot me,' you thought, looking down at your leg. You shifted and took a better look but it was covered in bandages, cleanly taken care of.

This has definatly been a very confusing turn of events.

A crazy person is obssessed with you, they shoot you, kidnap you, then take care of your wound and tuck you into bed.

Suddenly there were footsteps, they were coming closer, and fairly quick, probably drawn by your fall and the yell.

But when the door opened it wasn't me, it was a different woman.