Go back?
I laughed before I drove away into the night.
The next day I awoke in a hotel bed. I checked in last night and remembered the letter. I took it out before I grabbed my things and got my stuff and went to the lobby.
I quickly checked out of the Braun Motel and checked the radio for any news on the missing person. Nothing.
Driving on the road I sat in the silent car with classical music playing on the radio when I got my confirmation. I quickly arrived at my house.
The white brick walls with a beautiful red brown roof. It had clear windows with white curtains. Walking up to the door I unlocked it and walked in to the fresh smell of lavender. Walking over to my basement door I clicked the light switch before walking down.
The walls were clean and white and the floor was grey but clean. I would go down here to put up my pictures of my kills on my wall.
At the bottom of my staircase it was dark so I lit it up with the switch down there.
The empty and cold basement felt like home, I could see the pictures around the room, I hoped that he was there. I wished he would come for me.
Sitting there I went back up and grabbed a wine bottle and a glass and poured it and went back down.
The shaking wine was red, like blood and the fragrance was pure. I smiled while sipping it and looked at my photos.
My dead toys were around me and I could be with them forever on these cold walls.
Every one of them has a similar look to them and similarly the same scent. Each of them smelled of myosotis and the same dark brown eyes. It was those beautiful eyes that kept me attached.
I dragged my hands across the wall and observed them for a while longer before I sighed and went back upstairs.
Sitting at my dinner table alone in silence while I took out my pictures I had taken with my camera the last three months.
I'll make us some beautiful dinner, just you and me, Liam.
I went over to the fridge and grabbed some packed meat I had in there nicely cut and ready to be cooked.
I cut it into a few pieces before I turned on the stove and put a pan on it. Put oil and let it simmer before it boils.
This would pair nicely with wine.
While cooking I could hear my phone ringing in the background of my thoughts. I tried my best to ignore it while I cooked. It didn't stop so I had no leasure to calmly finish.
I sat on the table before I picked up the phone.
"Hello, who is calling?" I said with a slight annoyance tone enough so the caller could recognize it.
"I am calling to see if you are coming to the concert." The voice was slightly trembling before I remembered the scheduled meeting.
"Yes, I will be there tomorrow night."
"Thank you."
The caller hung up and I put the phone back down. I walked over to the dinner table and sat down. I poured the wine and slowly ate the steak.
The fragrance was too memorable to not forget it.
Looking out the window I watched the sun and the clouds in the distance. I whispered in a soft and smoothing tone,
"Such wonderful weather, shame I had to come back so soon."
I sipped the wine slowly as I stared at my picture. My hands held it like a treasure that I could never have.
Come look for me, I even left a clue.
I cleaned up before I went out with my fishing equipment to the lake behind my home. The water sparkled as the sun hit it in the late afternoon.
Fishing was a pastime for me and nature was beautiful. The beating sun that spreads through the sky was a perfect day for such an activity.
Maybe that was why it was not something I could ever enjoy. Even fishing felt empty, the aftermath of every kill leaves me dead every other day.
After a few hours I left with the fishes I had caught and started preparing food. This was the dinner I had planned. Although there was some meat left in the fridge I wanted something different from it.
Once again in the silent room I sat there alone with wine staring at the sun that was setting. It was relaxing I must say but nothing special, everyday was the same to me.
I decided to think about the concert the next day. It was a classical music concert, although it was already once I had watched I was specially invited by the host.
Waiting was such a bore but the previous one was something I ernously enjoyed with my family.
Hoping for the best I passed my time that day waiting and the pictures in the basement. It was all I could really do. Somehow it became a routine, something I can't escape from.
After a while I washed up and went to bed. With my mono toned expression and the crickets of the night and the moonlight shining from the cracks of my curtain.
That night I dreamt of my first kill, it was something I could never forget.
The kill that started everything, and which everyday for the next 25 years I will dream of like a movie that repeated after it played in the theater.
The dream would start with my mother in front of me giving me a warm and loving smile, on the side I see my father and my sister. Each faces of warmth and joy like no other. Although I could not understand why they had those bright smiles I could feel them brightening up the room.
My family, my loving and bright family. I was the one who dicided to break their brightness.