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Crazy (for you)
It had all started the night that George was born.
It was the 31st of October 1996 in London and it was Halloween therefore many kids were going around trick or treating. It was quite windy but that didn’t stop them from trying to get the free candy that totally had absolutely no drugs in them.
“Audrey, honey.. you should rest. Our baby needs it too. You’ve been awake since 5am and you’re exhausted. Go to sleep, it’s the best for you and our beautiful girl”, David, Georges soon to be father said, “You have been opening the door for kids all evening”
Audrey looked at him, disappointment clearly visible in her boba colored eyes “I know… but you know that I love seeing children with their costumes on. They’re so cute and.. I always imagine our baby going trick or treating with us and-“, she sobbed. Being pregnant didn’t quite make her less emotional than before.
David took her hands in his and looked her in the eyes “It’s okay, honey. It’s the pregnancy hormones.”, he embraced her and put one of his hands on her long, brown hair to push her head on his chest ”You should really rest now. I’ll open the door if more kids come.”
She smiled and nodded “I love you”
“I love you too, Audrey”, David whispered under his breath.
Little did poor Audrey know.. it was gonna be a hell of a night for her.
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Audrey jerked awake in the middle of the night. It was now 2:57 am and it was raining- heavily.
The rain drops hammered against the window of the slightly moonlit bedroom.
Audreys forehead was full of sweat- she was in pain. Tearing up she clutched her stomach and screamed.
David immediately sat up beside her and looked at her sweat and tear covered face that was barely visible in the darkness.
He put his right hand on her shoulder and Audrey looked at him
In pain she whispered “The baby.. it’s-“, she got out before she passed out.
David panicked. He scooped her up and carried her downstairs- being careful not to trip on the stairs. He opened the front door with sweaty handy and after walking outside closed it.
Audrey was put into the black Nissan Maxima then the door next to her was shut. Not that she noticed.
David got into the car and started driving “The baby isn’t supposed to come yet, it’s not due for another 2 months!”, David muttered under his breath. He was speeding- going 60 in a 30 zone and soon he saw red and blue lights and heard a siren. “Shit!”, he yelled pulling over.
A police officer soon came to his window and David rolled it down.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”, a female police officer with long and curly black hair asked while raising an eyebrow.
David was now panicking even more “I’m sorry officer but my wife- she’s pregnant and the baby’s on its way!”
The officers blue eyes widened “I- you can go, sir but please be careful”, she said
David thanked her and kept on driving after rolling his window back up.
Suddenly Audrey woke up and started breathing heavily “David-“, she whispered
“Don’t worry, honey. We’re almost there”, he said, panic recognizable in his voice.
Audrey nodded. She tried to muffle her screams of pain by putting her hand over her mouth. It didn’t really work though.
Soon enough they arrived at the hospital and David carried her inside “I need help! My wife is about to give birth!”, he yelled.
Immediately two nurses came running over and David was asked to put her on a bed. One of the nurses called a doctor while the other rolled her into room 404.
“How many months?”, she asked.
“S-seven”, David stuttered.
Then the doctor came rushing in and looked at the dirty blond haired nurse
“Early birth. Seven months”, she told the doctor.
He nodded and turned to David “Did she pass out on the way here?”
David nodded. He couldn’t speak he was to scared.
“She’s losing much blood”, the nurse said.
“Are we allowed to perform surgery on her”, the doctor asked David again.
David didn’t answer immediately. Too caught up in his thoughts.
When the doctor asked again he finally snapped out of his thought and answered.
“Yes..”, he nodded, trusting the doctors.
And that’s what they did. First they rolled her into the elevator then called for a team for the surgery.
While Audrey was in surgery David had to wait in the waiting room.
He sat there for what felt like an eternity when in reality it was just two hours. Still too long in David’s opinion.
David was about to fall asleep when a nurse walked in “Mr. Davidson?”
He lifted his head frantically. Looking at where the voice came from.
“The surgery was successful, you may see your wife and child now.”, she smiled, “But please don’t be too frantic with them. They both have to rest and recover.
David grinned and jumped up sprinting to room 404. He walked in and saw his wife holding a baby. His heart warmed as he saw his wife smile and he walked over to them.
“How is my beautiful girl?”, David asked. Completely oblivious.
Audrey stiffened then looked up at David who was smiling but she stayed quiet.
David looked at her in question. As he was about to ask what was wrong, Audrey mumbled something that took David by surprise.
“David… it’s not a.. girl”, she mumbled.
His eyes widened in shock. Then there was a noise. He was mad. Though he knew that he couldn’t do anything while they were still in the hospital, he couldn’t bare with having a son.
Audrey looked at the baby and smiled. He had woken up and was smiling at his mom and doing grabby hands at her.
David on the other hand was furious and started yelling “ YOU KNOW THAT I WANTED A GIRL. BOYS ARE RECKLESS AND UNGRATEFUL!”
Audreys smile faded and the baby started crying. “ David- you also know that I can’t control the gender of our baby.”
David was even angrier now. “YOU-“
The baby made a noise again and David looked at him.
He had his mother’s boba eyes and a few light freckles on his cheeks and he looked at his dad doing grabby hands again.
This infuriated David even more and he slapped the child. He started crying again and Audrey held him to her chest “DAVID! What is wrong with you?!”, she yelled covering the baby’s ears.
David rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, not wanting to stay with the biggest disappointment of his life.
“It’s gonna be okay, George.”, she whispered in her son’s ear.
From that day on nothing was the same anymore.
Audreys once lovely and caring husband turned cold and distant. He started drinking alcohol and was always drunk. When he was home- which was rarely ever the case he hit Audrey and George and did much worse.
When George was four and a half years old his dad came back from a month long work trip. As soon as George saw his father he ran towards him and hugged him “Dada!”, he said happily.
But David just showed him away making him fall to the ground.
As George hit the ground he started crying. “MAMA”, he cried out.
Audrey immediately came running over. She saw her child crying on the floor and his dad next to him. As soon as she saw David she froze. All she could she was David’s grin as he walked towards her. She just stood there, frozen in fear.
-3 hours later-
George went to his neighbor’s house. They also had a child that was just a year younger than him. Her name was Nora.
Nora and George were really good friends and after his mom and dad left him while he was still on the floor he went to her house.
George was crying as he arrived there. Nora’s mom- Evelyn asked what was wrong and George told her what happened.
Evelyn’s eyes widened and she rushed him to the doctors. She was worried about her daughter’s best friend.
“His arm is broken.”, the doctor told Evelyn and she nodded. He put a cast on George’s small arm,”He’ll have to come back in two weeks for a check up.”
She turned to George and told him “Let’s get you back home, alright?”
George nodded. He walked over to Nora and she smiled at him. Then they went to get back to the car.
-30 minutes later-
They had arrived back at Nora’s house. George and Nora played together but after a while Nora’s dad- Tom came into the room.
“Hey, George.”, Tom said and Nora ran to hug him, “you need to go back home.”
George nodded. He was sad that he couldn’t play with Nora anymore.
Nora’s parents offered to take George back home. Their reason? Because it was dark. George believed it but they had a different reason.
They walked George back home and George rang the doorbell.
After a while his dad opened the door.
“Good evening, David”, Nora’s mom smiled, “we came to bring George back.”
David nodded. He motioned for George to get in the house and he did. He waved goodbye to Nora and she waved back with a smile. George immediately went into his room.
“I’m really worried about George.”, Tom said, “when he came to our house he had a broken arm and he told us that you pushed him.”
“That little shit.”, David muttered under his breath
David ran forward and attacked Tom. He pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket and stabbed him right in the heart.
Nora and Evelyn screamed.
George had heard the screaming and slowly went back downstairs. He peeked through the open door and saw his dad stabbing Nora’s mom. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands to prevent screams from coming out.
Nora was crying as David held her arm “NO! HELP ME!”
David didn’t listen. He pulled her towards him and slid her throat. Crimson red was all over her and his dad’s clothes.
George’s boba eyes widened further and he let out a scream.
His dad turned around and George ran back to his room, his dad chasing him.
“GET BACK HERE”, David yelled.
George ran into his room and shut the door then locked it.
His dad banged against the door.
George hid under his bed, trying to hold
back tears. He was used to his dad yelling at him, chasing him and hitting him but this- George has never been this scared in his life.
“Dad just killed Nora! Now he’s gonna kill me!”, George thought, warm tears rolling down his face.
Suddenly there was a loud bang and the door flew open.
George was scared to death.. how ironic
“George, where are you?”, his father asked almost yelling. Somehow he still had a hint of calmness in his tone. Probably because of all the alcohol.
He looked around for a bit. The walls were a faded blue with one wall having faded yellow stars. “Gosh i haven’t been here in a while”, David thought. Everything was a mess. There were toys everywhere.
David kept on walking around, throwing the closet door open to see if George was hiding there.
Suddenly he slipped on a squishy toy and fell to the ground.
David groaned and while he was trying to get up he spotted George. He stared right into his widened eyes.
“Found you”, he grinned and walked towards the bed.
He grabbed George by his broken arm and pulled him from under the bed, dust all over his clothes.
“Little shit”, David spat him right in the face.
George was crying again, his eyes red and puffy “MOM!”, he yelled with a trembling voice.
David tsk-ed “Dumb little child. Your mom is dead. Why do you think she isn’t here?”
George’s eyes widened impossibly wider. It almost looked like they were gonna pop out any second.
Just as David was about to slit George’s throat the police came running in and shot him in the leg.
“LET THE KID GO!”, one officer yelled.
He dropped George and clutched his leg in pain.
Another officer then grabbed his wrists and handcuffed him “You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in court.”, the officer said and they dragged him out of the old house.
Then a female officer came up to George “Are you okay, sweetie?”, she asked
George looked up at her. She had dirty blond hair and emerald green eyes. She was beautiful.
George nodded and they took him with them.
Ever since George had to life in foster care. Word spread very quickly since he lived in a little city so no family really wanted him. He spent years being brought from family to family but after he turned fourteen no-one and i mean no-one wanted him. They didn’t even want him to step foot in their homes. So since then he just had to stay at the foster place.
But he soon had enough of that. The caretakers silently judged him for his father and sometimes it was not so silently.
He was kicked out after he beat up an ‘innocent’ child. Truth is that the child wasn’t so innocent. He kept on bugging George and made comment like “You’ll be just like your father” or “The police shouldn’t have stopped him”. And George had enough of that. The guy always beat him up and he just let it happen. There the caretakers couldn’t give less of a shit.
Since the caretakers didn’t give a shit about him they just left him on the streets.
15 and homeless.
George had to find a job and he knew that but no-one wanted to hire a 15 year old. Especially with that background. Until one day an old lady hired him to help her sell self made pastries.
George always thought about what happened at the foster place. Not gonna lie, he kinda liked hurting that child. It felt good to be able to do something. But he also regretted it. He felt guilty- seeing someone that you just hurt is… terrible as George would describe it.
One day, on a random Saturday George was helping the old lady again when a boy came up to the stand. He looked about thirteen years old and had black hair- which was obviously dyed and sparkling green eyes. He kinda reminded him of the police officer from years ago but a male and younger version of her.
“Could I have five cookies and two breads, please?”, the boy asked snapping George out of his thoughts.
George nodded and put the cookies and breads in a plastic bag with the logo of the stand on it. “That would be 7 dollars and 75 cents.”
The boy nodded with a smile on his face and handed him 10 dollars. “You can keep the change”, he said.
George looked at him “Are you sure?”, he asked as he took the money.
The boy nodded.
George smiled at him “Thank you.”
Then a woman, who looked the same as the boy yelled “COME ON, WE HAVE TO GO NOW.”
George gave him the bag and the boy said “No need to thank me, pretty boy. Also you should smile more.”, he winked then ran to his mom.
George just stood there completely unfazed “Children these days.”, he thought to himself.
The rest of the day went on pretty normal. He just couldn’t stop thinking about that boy. He was weird in George’s opinion. Flirting with a stranger- did he have some dare or bet going on?
-Two weeks later-
The 26th of January 2012 was the night that changed Georges life forever. Again.
George had a long day at work that day. Many of the customers recognized him and kept making comments about his past and George was pissed.
While walking to his small run down apartment that he could afford with his money he had to go through an alleyway. A very dark one that is.
There was a guy who was leaning against a wall and smoking. He looked at George as he was walking past him.
“Hey pretty boy, what are you doing out here all alone?”, the guy stepped in-front of him.
George ignored him and tried to walk past him but the guy blocked him again. “It’s rude to ignore people, princess.”, he said sounding a bit annoyed but had an obvious smirk on his lips.
George flipped him off and kept walking but the guy grabbed his shirt and pulled George towards him.
“Listen here you little shit.”, he said while holding a knife up to his throat,“You’re gonna do as I say and come with me, do you understand?”
George kicked him in the crotch and the man fell to the floor dropping the knife in the heat of the moment. He won’t get anymore children after that.
“YOU FUCKER”, the man groaned in pain.
George scrambled to get the knife and held it to the mans throat.
George was scared. He wasn’t actually gonna kill him. Or was he?
Then he heard voices.”Yeah no, it will work out and we’ll make a fool out of him. He will have to pay for what he did to our company.” He heard one voice say in the distance. “I heard he has a child. A boy. 12 years old I think. That will be the perfect bait.”
The man grabbed George’s leg and pushed him to the floor falling on top of him.
Georges eyes widened in surprise and panic. The man covered Georges mouth with his right hand as he tried to scream.
The man stood up with George in his arms. George tried to wiggle out of the mans grasp but he couldn’t. The man was holding onto him too tight.
Eventually the man had enough and put a strange smelling cloth on Georges mouth and nose.
Georges vision soon started to blur and he felt dizzy. Soon enough George passed out.
When George woke back up again hours later he was in an old apartment. More run down than his.
He looked around the lit room and saw that no one was there. He was lying on a bed- naked.
As he realized what had happened he panicked. Tears were flowing down his face.
He quickly took his clothes and put them on and soon ran back to his apartment. He unlocked the crappy old door and walked in then locked it again.
He went to take a shower, washing all the sweat off. He felt disgusting.
He tried to sleep but a thought kept on preventing him from being able to.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw the man. His mischievous grin to be exact.
Ever since he was young he saw his dad kill people ‘til he got caught by the police.
This experience reminded him of that.
He still has nightmares of that night. He would have never thought that his dad would do that to his own family or neighbors. He just can’t stop thinking about Nora’s face.
That night was a restless night for him. Every time he did fall asleep he would wake up soon after because of his nightmares.
-Five hours later-
George sighed.”It’s pointless trying to sleep.”
He stood up from his bed and looked over to the watch that was hanging on his otherwise plain wall.
‘3:28 am’, it read.
George sighed again then walked to the bathroom. The old wood floor was creaking and cold underneath his bare feet but he didn’t care.
As he looked at himself in the mirror he just stared at the reflection of him.
His face was pale and his eyes looked almost lifeless. He had eye bags so bad it looked like he hasn’t slept in months, which to be honest he hasn’t. The nightmares have kept him awake and the’ve been getting worse recently. Last night just worsened everything. His hair was a long mess. It was right before his eyes and he couldn’t see much. He should really cut it. But for now he decided to tie it back.
He grabbed a hairbrush and hair tie from the drawer underneath the sink and started brushing his hair. After it looked kind of presentable he pulled it back and tied it together on the top.
(like he had in this stream from time 30:53 just not as messy https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2M6ulOZzpW4&pp=ygULZ25mIGJlZHdhcnM%3D idk how to explain).
After his hair was out of his eyes he brushed his teeth then he went back to his room to change clothes.
He quickly looked through his wardrobe and pulled out a pink t-shirt a picture strawberry milk and strawberries on it and a pair of light jeans with white socks.
While he pulled his oversized t-shirt off he looked at himself in the mirror. His torso was even more pale than his face and he had scars all over it. Scars from his father to be exact. He also had hickeys all over his neck. As he saw them he teared up.
His face dropped as he remembered how he got the scars.
It was a random Tuesday night when his father came back home drunk after work. He was mad at George for not putting all his toys away and hit George over and over again with a broken glass bottle. His body was full of crimson red that night.
He didn’t like to remember that night. It was the first time his father actually ever physically hurt him other than slapping him.
He sighed as he put the pink t-shirt on and then changed into the jeans and socks.
He put a pocket knife in his left pocket just incase something happens then put his shoes on and left his ‘apartment’.
He didn’t know where to go so he just walked around. It was dark outside and the street lights lit somethings up. In George’s opinion it looked kinda ominous.
It looked like someone could just appear out of nowhere and attack you.
George was paranoid so that didn’t make it any better. It wasn’t just the usual ‘did I actually lock the door’ or ‘did i bring my keys with me’ no. It was bad paranoia. He always thought that someone was following him so when he heard a stick break it didn’t make it any better.
George immediately turned around and looked to the forest that was right next to the sidewalk he was walking on. He looked through the trees and saw a stray dog. As he saw the dog he relaxed and continued walking again but he just couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching him.
The sun eventually started to rise and he made his way to the market where he worked.
As he arrived the old lady greeted him and George smiled at her.
Soon enough many people started coming to the market and some bought things like bread or donuts or whatever you could eat for breakfast on a Friday morning.
A bit later he saw a woman he swore he had seen before at a stand right across from the one where George worked.
After she paid she looked at the child next to her.
That child seemed familiar to him to he just couldn’t connect the strings until it finally clicked as he looked at George.
It was the boy who had called him pretty.
He walked over to George and smiled at him like he always did. George smiled back at him.
“Hi! Good morning”, the kid said.
“Good morning to you too. What would you like to buy?”
He looked at his mom and then back at George “Could I have 4 croissants and 3 bagels please?”
George nodded and put the croissants and bagels into a bag then typed something into the cash register. “That would be 11 dollars.”
He nodded and pulled out two ten dollar bills and handed them to George.
George took them and grabbed a five dollar bill and four one dollar bill out of the cash register.
“Keep the change”, he said as George tried to give him the change.
George nodded and handed him the bag with croissants and bagels.
The boy smiled at him and George smiled back at him “Have a good day!”
“You too!”, he said as he walked to his mom. He suddenly stopped and turned to look at George.
George looked at him confused and then the boy said,”You should wear pink more often. You look really cute in it.” Then kept on walking towards his mom.
George shook his head. He remembered yesterday’s events and felt the urge to throw up. He couldn’t. Not now.
His mom looked from him to George and then back to him and smiled. She then whispered something in his ear and the boy smiled then nodded. He handed her the bag then walked back towards George.
George cleared his throat as he walked towards and stood up straight.
He chuckled “Hey, I was just wondering if i could get your number? I think you’re really cute and I would like to get to know you more”, he smiled.
George fake smiled a little but it soon faded.”I’m sorry but I don’t have a phone..and don’t you think that I’m a bit old for you?”
He looked disappointed but nodded.”Could I at least get your name then?”
George nodded.“My name’s George. What about you?”
The boy smiled.”Well then hello George, I’m Felix.”
George wanted so say something but just then his mom called him.”FELIX, WE REALLY HAVE TO GET GOING NOW!”
“Bye, see you tomorrow!”, Felix said and walked over to his mom again.
Little did Felix know, he wouldn’t see him tomorrow.
Right after Felix left George walker over to the old woman “Hey, miss.. I sadly need to leave for today. I’m really sorry I just don’t have time right now, I’m really busy with another job I have.”
The woman looked sad but nodded with a smile “I understand”, she said.
George told the lady goodbye and started following Felix and his mom. They didn’t seem to notice and he overheard a conversation he had with his mom.
“You can go to that park you like so much now. I’ll go home and you’ll be there in 20 minutes, alright?”
Felix nodded and they split ways.
George didn’t know why but he started following Felix. He had a gut feeling that something was gonna happen.
After two minutes they arrived at a little park and basically no one else was there.
Felix went over to a big tree and sat down.
Soon two other people came up to Felix.
“Oh, hey do you need something?”, he smiled at the men approaching him but soon noticed the knife in the taller mans left hand.
He asked what the man was doing with that knife but he just kept walking over to him and slit his throat.
Felix eyes were wide and blood was flowing down his neck. Then he fell to the ground.
George’s eyes widened in feat and he quickly hid. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”, he thought.
Then he heard the two people laughing. One of them said something that George couldn’t understand but for some reason he recognized the voice.
Do you remember the voices that George had heard when he got taken by that man in the alleyway? Those were these guys and some of their friends that were approaching them.
George ran as one of them spotted him.
“HEY SOMEONE SAW US, GET HIM!”
But they didn’t.
That night George slept very well. For some reason his nightmares didn’t occur that night.
George had seen the two guys three more times in the span of a week. He felt like they were following him.
He witnessed a second death later that week. At first he was absolutely terrified but as he tried to run away a blood piercing scream rang through the quiet depth of the night. He recognized that voice from somewhere until it clicked.
It was a girl- a young one. Around 17 years old. She may have been young but she was still older than 15 year George.
She used to torment George back in middle school.
She bullied him every day. Basically ever since George came to the school.
When he was 13 he switched schools because his foster parent saw that he was good friends with many people. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want a killers son to be happy. Since George didn’t have a phone they couldn’t keep in contact.
The girl- Abby asked George out on the third day and George politely declined.
She was the popular girl and always got what she wanted so she started spreading rumors about George and kept on bullying him.
George told his teacher once but she just brushed it off.
Abby’s parents were rich so no-one dared to mess with them.
George wanted revenge for what she put him through and he got the seemingly saw the perfect revenge.
They tortured her for hours before killing her painfully and slowly.
Her screams were filled with pain and fear. They seemed to love that. That’s exactly what she put him through two years ago and now she got her karma.
The whole time she was tortured George watched from a corner. He didn’t even think about calling the police
The next six weeks flew by and George had seen 19 more dead people in the news.
The police had caught on to all the missing people and found bodies. They knew it was multiple people.
They were all killed in the same way at the same time. All their throats were slid at exactly 12:46 am.
There’s one night George remembered very well.
It was a foggy night. The stars in the sky barely shining through the thick fog. It was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife.
George was walking home after buying groceries. He felt like someone was following him. He kept looking around but no-one was there. He just had this feeling that someone was watching him.
Soon his suspicions were proven right. Out of nowhere a man dressed in black ran at him and before George could react he was tackled to the ground.
“YOU MONSTER!”, the man yelled, “YOU KILLED MY SISTER, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! SHE WAS NOTHING BUT SWEET!” George looked in his red and puffy eyes. He was crying, tears streaming down his pale face. He had light blond hair and blue eyes.
George raised an eyebrow then his eyes widened as the man pulled out a typical kitchen knife and held it to his throat. George tried to push him off of him but to no avail.
The man grinned “How about i kill you the same way you killed my sister? How would that sound?!”, he was laughing like crazy now.
“What are you talking about?”, George asked.
He pushed the knife to George’s throat and before George could say anything the mans eyes widened and he collapsed onto George
Suddenly he heard footsteps running towards him “ARE YOU OKAY?!”
George’s eyes were wide with fear and confusion and then a person pulled the mans body off of him.
George looked the person straight in the eyes. It was a police officer.
George stood up and nodded.
The police officer questioned George for a couple minutes and as he was distracted calling for an ambulance since the person wasn’t dead George ran.
He ran and ran and ran for what felt like hours but were actually just a couple minutes and he came to a stop at his apartment.
To clear his thoughts George took a shower and then went to bed.
“What did that person mean? I never killed anyone..”, George thought lying in bed. He couldn’t get the thought out his head. It kept him up basically all night.
When he woke up the next morning after like 3 hours of sleeping, what happened last night was all over the news.
The police officer gave a not so detailed description of George. He said that the person had brown eyes and had a hood on. The officer quote on quote said ‘I couldn’t see the person that well since it was dark and foggy but I think that it was a girl. She was quite short and I saw her running towards the east side of town’.
George was offended “I’m not that short!”, he crossed his arms and scoffed.
He picked up the tv remote and turned the tv off. “Stupid police officer. I’M NOT THAT SHORT!”, he stuck his tongue out.
Whatever
“But why were they talking about me?”, George thought coming to the conclusion that it was because he ran away.
George walked into the kitchen to eat breakfast but as he opened the old and creaky cupboard door there was nothing but dust.
“Fuck”, George groaned out. He forgot to buy groceries. Well he didn’t forget but he dropped them as the person from yesterday jumped him.
He put his jacket on and went to the market.
After a couple minutes of walking he arrived at the market and went to the stand where he used to work.
“Hello, miss Janet”, George smiled as he greeted the old lady.
Miss Janet smiled as she saw him “George, honey- you haven’t been here in a while”
Georges smile fell slightly “I know. I’m sorry I just have been really caught up with work and all.”, he lied. In reality he couldn’t go outside very much. He was paranoid that the murderers would see him and kill him.
“About that… George I’m really worried about you. Why do you have to work at such a young age? You’re just fifteen. If you don’t mind I would like to speak with your parents. I mean when do you even have time to go to school?”, Miss Janet asked worried. Her smile faded and she now looked serious.
George knew that she knew that he lied. It didn’t bring anything lying to her again. “Well…”, George sighed,”Lying won’t bring anything. My parents are dead. Well my mum is… my dad is in jail. I have been in foster care but none of the families treated me well so a ran away a while back. I haven’t gone go school since I was like fourteen, I have been keeping up though because I sometimes go to the library.” George was about to cry. He didn’t like talking about his past at all.
Miss Janets face softened “Oh honey. How about you come stay with me? I mean I really care for you and you should have a chance at getting good education. Also I’m really sorry about your parents.”, she offered.
George looked up at her with tears in his boba eyes,” Are you sure? I mean I really don’t wanna be a burden.”
She smiled,“ Of course, George. You have done so much for me now it’s my time to give back to you.”
That evening George moved in with miss Janet. She helped him get some of his stuff.
As the months passed they became very close. Miss Janet enrolled George into a school and he didn’t have to work anymore. He thought that everything would be better but in reality it got worse.
The first day George got into the school he was bullied. Somehow people found out about his dad and everyone except for the bullies stayed away from him.
He was always lonely but he didn’t really care. He was used to being alone and he didn’t even want any friends. They were bound to eventually betray him anyways.
He really just cared about his education. He was in the library quite a lot. He really liked it there. It was his comfort spot. Somewhere where he could escape from reality and fall into a made up one.
The bullying got really bad over the months and George was thinking about just killing them but he always snapped his head out of the gutter. He may be angry but he wasn’t a murderer. It didn’t stop him from thinking about murdering them in his head though. Intrusive thoughts you know? Everyone has them.
“HEY FAGGOT!”, Jackson, one of his bullies yelled as George was walking out of his final class of the day.
George kept on walking but Jackson soon caught up to him and held him tightly by his shoulder, wrinkling his light pink t-shirt up.
George stopped walking but didn’t turn around. “What do you want, Jackson?”, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking at him.
Jackson rolled his eyes at him and slapped him across his face “It’s all your fault. It’s your fault that your mother and Nora and her parents died. IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”
George knew that. He knew that it was his fault. He still beat himself physically and mentally up for it.
Jackson was one of his worst bullies. Nora was his cousin. As soon as he saw George for the first time he was filled with rage.
“I know”, George sighed.
As usual Jackson beat him up. He always just let it happen. He didn’t have enough strength to fight back.
When Jackson was done with him he spit at George. “Just go fucking kill yourself, nobody cares about you anyway. Not even your mom, otherwise she would’ve fought for you.”
It always hit George especially hard when his mum was mentioned. That was the final straw for George. He stood up and charged at Jackson as he was walking away from George.
“YOU FUCKER!”, George yelled as he tackled Jackson to the ground.
Jackson tried to get up but he couldn’t. George sat on top of him. He kept punching his face over and over again.
Jacksons eyes widened as he saw George fight back. He never did.
“Y-You”, Jackson stuttered in shock.
George just laughed. “That’s what you get.” He broke his nose and his jaw.
As George tried to get off of Jackson a knife was thrown right into Jacksons forehead. He was dead on the spot.
His light blond hair was now stained red at the tips and his hazel eyes were blown out wide.
George got off of him as quick as he could and looked into the direction the knife came from.
He saw a hooded person. They had a mask on so George couldn’t see their face.
“Asshole”, they muttered and walked away.
George just stood there frozen for a couple minutes before running away from the scene. He had a lot of questions and that might even be an understatement.
He was kinda used to seeing people getting killed right in front of him now bug it still shocked him every time.
As George got home that late afternoon he was glad to see that miss Janet wasn’t home. Otherwise he would have had to answer a lot of questions as to why he was covered in blood.
He took his blood stained pink shirt off and burned it. He could not have anything that had even a trace of the dead people. He would immediately get suspected. He might now have to do anything with the actual murders but he was not stupid. He would still get arrested for what he didn’t do.
In the past couple months though there weren’t many murders. He was too caught up with school to really keep track but the news reported about the sudden change in killing behavior very much to the point where it was annoying George.
That was a thought for later though. Now he had to change and do his homework.
He put a worn out white t-shirt with a minion on it and some grey shorts on then sat down in his gaming chair.
He had quite a lot of homework to do and he decided to start with English.
The teacher assigned all the students to write about what they liked to do most. It was a new but nice teacher- much better than the old one. She was quite invested in her students lives and that was her way to get to know them.
George didn’t really know what to write about until he decided to write about his favorite video game- Minecraft.
It wasn’t much of a lie since he loved playing that game and it was one of his favorite things but not quite his favorite.
George had to write about why he likes it so much and what it makes him feel like.
After a couple minutes of trying to figure out how to start he decided on: My favorite thing to do is playing Minecraft. It’s my favorite video game and it calms me down.
He went on saying why it’s his favorite game and how it makes him feel.
When he finished doing his English homework he did his math and science homework and let’s just say that science was a son of a bitch for him.
He didn’t understand a single thing and he blamed it on having a stupid teacher when in reality it was because he never paid attention.
There was this one boy in his science class who George thought was really pretty. He always stared at the boy instead of paying attention in class. That’s what George’s favorite thing to do was. Stare at the pretty boy.
He didn’t know his name but that didn’t stop George from simping over the prettiest boy he had ever seen
He was probably around 6,3 feet maybe even taller while George was 5,6. He loved the size difference. To be honest George may have had a bit of a size kink BUT that didn’t matter. At least for now ;)
He had kinda long fluffy dirty blond hair. It was curly and George just wanted to play with it until the boy fell asleep in his arms. And don’t even get George started about his eyes.
They were an emerald green with a hint of grey-ish brown to it. It was like these eyes casted a magic spell on George or something. Whenever they would lock eyes- which was like once every month George felt a strange connection between them.
He was probably a football player. That muscular build was straight out of heaven-
George snapped out of his day dreaming trance when he heard a knock at the door.
“COME IN!”, George said while looking at his science homework.
When the door opened George saw that it was miss Janet.
He smiled at her and she smiled back “Dinner’s ready if you wanna eat”, she said and George nodded. Her food was the best in the world!
Miss Janet left to go downstairs again and George put his homework in his bag. He couldn’t forget it or he’d be in trouble. Again…
George always looked forward to Miss Janet’s cooking- it was incredible.
As George went down the stairs he could already smell the food and drool started to pool in his mouth from it.
There were vegetables, chicken and other stuff that George didn’t care about.
The next day at school wasn’t easy.
The other students kept talking about Jackson and how he was missing. It made George uncomfortable.
He had drama first and he hated it. He hated talking in front of so many people that he didn’t even know.
Next he had history- which was boring as fuck.
He had never really cared about history. His reasoning? It’s in the past. You should worry about the future and not what’s so far in the past, that history book was older than him!
“George Davidson, please come to the principals office”, said a voice through the speakers.
Everyone in his class looked at him and gave him looks. Some even ‘oohed’.
It made him uncomfortable. He hated being the center of attention so he quickly stood up, grabbed his bag pack and left.
As George made his way to the principals office he couldn’t stop thinking about why they would call him there.
Was it because of Jacksons sudden ‘disappearance’? Or was it because he did something? He didn’t know.
He brushed his annoying brown hair out of his eyes before knocking at the principals door. George had never been called there, so he was pretty freaked out.
A muffled “Come in” could be heard from inside the room. As he opened the door he took a deep breath. The principal was staring right at him with a stern look on her wrinkly face. Way too much makeup but still not enough to cover up those wrinkles.
Principal Karen Complaining-ton. That’s what everyone called her. It was true, she complained a LOT.
Her actual name was Mia Karen Eding.
How ironical. A Karen having Karen as her middle name.
George looked at the floor as he entered. Once he build up enough courage he exhaled and looked at Mrs. Eding, who was already looking at him.
“Do you know why I’ve called you here today?”, Mrs. Eding asked after clearing her throat. It sounded like a dying horse to George.
He shook his head. No.
Mrs. Eding sighed dramatically. “George, it’s-how do I explain this?… your father- he.. escaped prison and we or the police have reasons to believe that he’s after you. As the principal of this school, it is my duty to keep-“
Mrs. Eding kept on talking but George didn’t pay attention to her anymore. His ears started ringing and his eyes widened, slightly filling up with tears.
No. No, this isn’t true. This can’t be true- there’s no way. It’s simply not possible! How- How could he.. It Is Not Possible!
Someone tsked. “But George, it is very much possible. Did you seriously think that it wasn’t? Deep down you always knew that it would happen at some point- so why try to deny it now? Stupid.”
At this point George was having a full on panic attack. There were voices in his head that talked over another. He tried covering his ears but he couldn’t move. He wasn’t used to this. This was weird- he never had a voice in his head. It was always silent! So.. why now? He didn’t know. All he knew that it was too overwhelming for him. The voices kept getting louder and soon his vision went black.
“George! oh my god, GEORGE!”, that was the last he heard before passing out.
When George next opened his eyes, it was dark. Like there wasn’t a singular light source. Even while looking around- nothing. Just pitch black.
“Are my eyes still closed? Did I forget how to open them?”, he asked himself.
Weirdly the darkness was comforting to George for once. Usually he would get freaked out or panic but this time it was different.
Peaceful.
That’s what it was. There just has been too much going on recently and it was like an escape.
Still he was curious. Where was he? He didn’t know. Probably not even awake, it just felt.. too peaceful for him.
Thank you for being there when no one else was, even though you fucking left too.
George suddenly heard a voice say. It was familiar but he couldn’t quite place his finger on who it was. He had vivid memories of the voice- happy memories for once.
He frantically looked around trying to spot the source of the sound. Nothing. Just black.
…
Great he thought. Just great.
“W-Where am I? And who are you?”, he asked.
Nothing. No response.
Then there was light. George started to unconsciously move towards it- curious as to what it was. The only light source in..- where ever he is.
Slowly he reached his hand out to touch it but immediately recoiled it to cover his eyes as he squeezed them shut.
It was getting lighter- like really light. His eyes have always been on the more sensitive side.
He slowly got back consciousness. His sight was blurry though he could make out many people standing above him.
‘They look panicked’. He thought.
It’s cause they are, George.
It was the voice again.
“W-What do you want from me? Who are you?”, the voice just laughed- like an eerie laugh.
Oh Georgie, you know who I am. I know that deep down you know.
“NO, I DON’T!”, he tried to scream but nothing came out of his mouth. Instead he started coughing.
See You ‘Soon’
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