7 Chapter Seven: A Moment Of Silence

GHOST'S P.O.V.

Its hard to sleep when your mind wanders around and replays the moments of just a few hours ago. Tossing and turning in bed because I couldn't sleep, the images of Anna's lifeless body still haunted me. It still tormented me knowing that I can't change what has happened.

I could only think about the words she said to me when we met at the park, how she wanted an escape but couldn't get one because she was only afraid of going back to the hands of that monster, knowing and feeling like she was alone only to end up taking the easy way out and ending it before it ended her.

I rolled out of bed and walked out of my room to the living room. My eyes half open and my heart full broken. If only I had gone back to the motel after I killed Mr. Peterson to tell her that she was safe and she didn't have to feel scared that he was ever going to find her and hurt her anymore maybe, just maybe she would have still being alive and maybe she would have being able to love a normal life somewhere far away from this place. Because she deserved better.

Seeing her on the floor, her beautiful white hair now red after laying down in blood, her perfect skin lacerated from the cut she inflicted on herself out of pain and her shiny blue eyes now white. Seeing all of this broke me down and I couldn't do anything to save her. I couldn't do one thing right even though I tried my best.

I stumbled over the little stool by the side of my living room couch and fell down on my knees, my eyes watery as tears began to gather in them. I ran my hands through my hair as I let out a silent scream. The tears in my eyes rushed out like a faucet that had lost its valve. I felt like pulling my hair from the roots if only it would help me feel half the pain that she might have felt when she was with that devil of a man.

I thought I did something good for someone but in the end it was all pointless. If only I had gone back to her just then, maybe I would have being able to stop her from doing that to herself or maybe at the very least I would have being able to save her. Even though I would have being giving myself away completely.

"Look at me, a serial killer crying over someone's death" I chuckled a bit at the thought "This is what happens when I go out of my way to help someone" I said in a quiet voice

I ended up crying for about fifteen more minutes, punching the floor beneath my feet, letting my pain rush out through my tears before I got up from my knees and walked to the fridge to grab a drink, to calm my nerves because if I didn't take something I might lose my mind. I got back to the living room walking cautiously in the dark making sure I didn't stumbled on the stool I fell on earlier before dropping onto the couch with a chilled bottle of beer in my hand.

"Here's to you Anna, I hope you're happy now" I lifted the bottle in the air before taking a large swing of my drink.

With a now empty bottle in my hand, the face of her murderer flashed across my mind. If I had known that she was going to kill herself I would have made Mr. Peterson suffer a lot more than he did before I slit his throat.

"He didn't deserve such a quick and easy death" I mumbled

I would have tortured him for weeks chopping him up limb to limb before killing him. I could feel my rage building up and my grip on the bottle in my hand tightened. I flung the bottle across the room as it crashed into the wall on the opposite side.

My breathing shaky with my heart pounding against my chest. I’ve never felt this much rage in a really long time. I couldn't hurt his dead body when I saw him because he wouldn't have felt the pain and I would have just given myself away. Maybe I already did

"I'll have to clean up the broken bottle pieces before I go back to bed" I said placing my hands over my face

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and switched my flashlight on before walking to the area where the bottle broke. After picking up the pieces, I walked into the kitchen and dumped the broken pieces into the trash can.

"Guess its back to being the not so friendly county serial killer" I thought before walking towards my bedroom

I walked quietly and crawled back into bed

"Everything alright? I heard something crash" I heard a voice say from the other side of the bed

I forgot that I wasn't alone

"Yeah. I stumbled on a stool while walking around in the dark" I said

"Hope you didn't cut or bruise yourself?" She asked as she stretched her hand and placed it on my cheek

"I'm sure I didn't cause I don't feel any pain" I said placing my hand over hers

"Are you sure?" She asked

I pulled her hand to my lips and placed a kiss on it. The sooner she goes back to bed the sooner this pointless conversation ends

"Don’t worry about it. Everything is fine" I said "Go back to bed"

"Alright Goodnight then" She said

I couldn't see her face but I can tell she was smiling as she withdrew her hand and adjusted into the pillow underneath her head

I turned over and laid on my back as I stared at the dark ceiling board that was watching me from above. My mind still wandered but there was nothing I could do to change the events of the past so I should focus on how to put the plans of the future into action. My eyes slowly shut as I let the darkness take over me.