The guy slept with a bloody child’s blanket. Yeah. He’s crazy.
Gerard bit his thumbnail nervously, staring at me with those big green eyes. He seemed to regret his decision of telling me why he was here; and I was regretting it too. I knew that some other people around here were pretty crazy, but I hadn’t heard of that many people actually murdering somebody – and anyone who did was kept in Solitary Confinement.
“So you uh… You just… Did you uh…” I couldn’t seem to find the words to say, because I wasn’t really sure what I was trying to ask.
He wrote something down on his note pad hesitantly.
YOU WANNA KNOW HOW?
I blinked. Did I? Sure, I guess so. Would it give me nightmares? God, I felt like wuss. “Uh…” I nodded my head slowly, not sure what I was getting myself into.
Gerard paused and bit his lip, then stared at the ceiling as if he was trying to remember something. How hard was it to remember how you murdered your own family? His eyes widened for a moment as if he finally remembered and as he wrote he continued chewing on his lip. He quickly wrote something down with an apologetic look on his face when he held the notepad up.
I FORGOT, I'M NOT ALLOWED TELL YOU.
I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. As curious as I was to how dangerous the guy was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the tragic story of him taking his family’s life; it might be too gruesome for even me to imagine. Yet, I still wondered why he wasn't able to tell me. Was it because the law had wanted to keep his killing spree a secret?
There was a knock at the door and I heard Mike say, “Lights out.” I frowned and watched as Gerard slowly got up from the bed, grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms from his suitcase. He went to the bathroom and put them on and I let out a mini-wail that I had been holding in since he told me his reason for being here.
What. The. Fuck?
I realized I was backed up against the wall, my knees brought to my chest and my hands gripping the sheets of the bed. Okay, yeah. I’ll admit it; I was scared out of my goddamn mind. You would be too if you found out your roommate was a killer. Gerard came back out of the bathroom in the plaid pajama bottoms, still wearing his Iron Maiden t-shirt. He had a piece of tissue in his hand and used it to turn off the light.
So he was a murderer and a germaphobe? That’s new.
He walked over to the bed and stared at it for another minute. He paused and carefully took the blankets and sheets off. He turned to another one of his suitcases and pulled out a clean white sheet, slowly putting it on the bed. He pulled out a garbage bag from his suitcase and plopped the old sheets into it. I watched in confusion. The sheets and blankets had been clean, I mean, sure I had slept on them but I didn’t fucking wet the bed. And I took showers… every couple of weeks.
He went and opened the same suitcase and pulled out two blankets. One was plain and grey, the other was small and it looked like it had characters from the animated show Scooby Doo on it. I tilted my head when I noticed a dark stain in the middle of it. I frowned. What the fuck was it? After a longer glance I realized the stain was red. Blood.
He slept with a bloody child’s blanket.
Yeah. He’s crazy.
He got into the bed and brought the blanket up to his chin, still clutching the bloody blanket. “Uh… Good night.” I muttered, even though I knew he wasn’t going to reply.
But he surprised me when several minutes later after I had changed into my pajamas and laid down. I decided the next morning I would go to Hart and demand an explanation - if of course my new 'roomie' didn't kill me in my sleep. I had closed my eyes tightly when I heard him whisper something that I could hardly hear. But I’m pretty sure it was something like;
“Good night, Mikey.”
Author's Note- Review? I have writer's block for How I Disappear, but I'll try and update as soon as possible. x