Loving an Unlovable

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Chapter 4

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I felt as if I was stuck in a veritable never ending horror movie. A mixture of shrieks and wails erupted from my core without warning, this continued till my throat was dry and I couldn't yell anymore. During my screaming episode, the man stood there with an intent smile whilst he gazed into my soul.

" No need to look so scared Aly", he smirked. " Surely something like this couldn't scare you, after all, you're a psychopath just like me."

"I'm nothing like you."

He put the stained scalpel down and looked up at me, " You can deny it all you want, but we all need to face the truth eventually. And when it hits you in the face, you won't be ready for it. That's why I'm here to help you face reality."

I scoffed and eyed him as I stood up, " I'm not scared of you. You think you can trick me into believing everything you say."

His voice was deep and raspy, it almost sounded painful, as if someone had stabbed him in the throat and he was forcing the words out. His way of manipulation and deceitfulness wasn't going to work with me, I wouldn't let it work.

"What is all this?" I queried. Looking around the bare walls, I noticed the odd bloody hand print, as if someone had struck their hand up to try to grasp onto the wall. Why? Maybe they'd been trying to escape from something. Or someone. There were rectangle-shaped freezers scattered around the room, surgical beds were sat around, a piece of tarp was tied up as a makeshift blind. What was happening behind that piece of tarp anyways? He was stood directly in front of it, as if he was trying to hide something behind him.

"Move." I shouted at him as I pushed past.

He grabbed onto my shaking shoulder and held me still," You're really not scared of anything are you?"

" No, why should I be scared of you? You're nothing but a sadistic fucker."

He mockingly laughed at me in response.

"Go ahead then, laugh at me you fuck."

I couldn't help but be enraged, he obviously had no remorse or care for anything. Suddenly, there was a loud crash behind him and it was clear that something had fallen. He turned quickly and ripped open the tarp. Nothing could've prepared me for what I was about to see...

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