Mr. And Mrs. Nuisance

Oh f**k you too June. Why do you have to be so clingy? Always following me around like a f*****g tail. Still, the only thing that stays with me was, is and I think will always be you . No matter how hard destiny and I pull you away from myself you always creep back into my skin like a slutty leech. I knew you wouldn't dare to look at me, at all costs. Yes, I missed you too. Missed you like f*****g hell but I know too that I ain't your Zayn today. I do not deserve you and this distance, is better for you. I still remember how I had kept bricks over my chest to get rid of you, to walk away from your life. Cause I ain't your warm blanket anymore that can protect you and provide you the warmth you need. I am the fire that would instead burn you along me. Atleast, now you'll be infront of my eyes now. It's better than holding you picture to my chest and cry every night. I'll be sure now, that you really are fine. I had left somewhere far away from your way to the dean not wanting to cross paths again for the day. But guess what, that mothefucking universe, doesn't let's me breathe. The dean asked me to help him a bundle full of papers. I was trying to come up with a short but understandable excuse but then it hit me. I knew you were going to leave once you know I am here. Leaving you again, almost takes my soul away. You are my soul anyways. I had been dead for so long. You came it felt like I found my oxygen again. I can't let you go again. I nodded and held the bundle and yes they are heavy as heck. My heart thumps inside my heart. Please be there, please be there, please be there. And yes, the door open and here were you my little angel. The summer to my June. I saw you freeze almost as if your entire machanism had shut down. Always so cute. Still your knees shake and palms shock at such encounters, won't change at all. A smile crept upto my lips but I quickly wash away. I saw your breath hitch as I kept the papers on the table with a thud. I knew what's going on your head, probably mocking me cause I couldn't look at you. Yes it hard, it really is but I knew I would f*****g grab your wrist and pull you into my arms if I did. I know can't, but I now you'll leave if I don't. I clench my jaw and first before taking a deep breath and looking at the face that I missed to my death. Those innocent doe eyes that hold the terror of a f*****g lunatic. Those chubby cheek that I never found signs of fat, just pure ethereal of an art, impossible by the god himself to recreate. That pale skin is a bit tan now but it just adds on to the beautiful imperfections of yours. Those thick eyelashes and those eyes. Yet, again, took my breath away. They were always so scary. Scary in a way as an ocean is. So big that can drown you to its depth that will never let you go and yet you want to drown, buried under its beauty. Those eyes were blue, the most faded shade of blue almost like sea green but prominent blue all over. At the edges of the pupil darker shade of blue had outlined those pretty eyes. Since childhood, those lips had remain reddish pink and plump naturally. Upper lip plump to its head and on the side barely even visible. Lower lip making an 'u' and is red as ever. The typical hairstyle you had ever since I layed my eyes on you. Curly natural red hairs with curly ends resting on both sides of your face. Still breathtaking, from head to toe. I left, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself from pushing you into the nearest wall and kiss the f**k out of you if I didn't. I shook my head before leaving to my class. The rest of the day neither I saw you and as long as I could feel neither did you. I sigh as I dropped my bag on the wooden floor and the floor creaks with every step I take. I crouched down and open my arms ready to feel the impact with my eyes shut. Dodo had jumped into my arms and I giggled ruffling it's golden hair. "Such a good boy aren't you". I saw that naughty dog looking away. "You ate another butterfly didn't you??" I sigh. " What did I said about eating butterflies Dodo?? You'll get sick." I groaned forcefully making him open his mouth with a soft grip. Happily he didn't swallow it again. The poor blue butterfly is still in a corner of his mouth and I pulled the poor dead thing out of his mouth and gave him a little slap on his face. He looks at me with those puppy eyes again. I looked at him nonchalant and gave another slap in the face. He knew the eyes won't work so he started licking my face. I sigh and looked at the butterfly. Blue as her eyes. I looked at Dodo. " Dodo!! Did you ate a blue butterfly on purpose??" And... The dog f*****g ran away. Oh lord what am I suppose to do with this boy?? Whatever you do Dodo. I won't stop. Nobody can, neither that red headed. I chuckle, she really is red headed and has red hair too. I pick my bag up and held a scalpel in my hands. God bless the science laboratory. I walked to the kitchen and keeping the metal object on the counter before serving Dodo his food and grabbing a packet of cheesepuffs for myself. Dodo didn't came keeping himself isolated in my room. I went to my room to give him food. He was on my bed inside the covers almost pretending as if he is sleeping. So he's gonna protest by this lame method. "Whatever Dodo. I'll deal with you at night. If you don't want dad angry you probably wanna eat your food. Finish, before I come and what I do is not your business so stop doing such shits." I grabbed the scalpel again from the countertop and holding the packet from the other. I lightly kick the door open and walked down those few pairs of stairs while opening the packet of snacks through my teeths. Tossing a few cheesepuffs in my mouth I munch on them. I smirk as I walked to the dark basement. This basement was what attracted me to buy this shabby shelter. I sat on the floor feeling the liquid on the floor drenching my black jeans. Keeping the packet on my lap I rest my weight on my elbows leaning behind getting my palms dipped in the same liquid. I looked at the man infront of me. That fucker tied up by ropes, tied so f*****g tight that even the ropes themselves are red from dried blood. I looked at him. I can't even identify it's the same man that I dragged a week ago to this very basement. "How's your day going?? Nick? I wish it went horrible and painful as f**k. Which I assume it did. I mean how comfortable it can be after tied by a tight rope all day for seven days without a break and burned skin." I chuckle at I look right into his eyes. Wait, eyes?? Did I forgot to mention he doesn't have any. His eye sockets are empty, from four days. I giggled as he lets out a groan, probably just off his unconscious session. "Oh dear Nick. Are you even a man?? You keep falling unconscious." I giggled as I stood up and found my clothes drenched from blood. Oh god how am I suppose to clean so much blood. Whatever, I roll my eyes before tossing few more cheesepuffs into my mouth and walking past Nick before cleaning my chilly powder dirty fingers inside his empty eye sockets. His scream pierces my ears and I scrunch my face before hitting the back of his head. I walked to my locker. It's huge, almost my height and wide enough for an old T.V to fit in. I opened it after drumming my fingers on it and shouted a 'boo'. The figure inside shivered and I saw the unharmed little asshole sitting hugging his knees with tears in his eyes. I tossed the cheesepuffs to him and he immediately grabbed it eating as if I don't feed his filthy ass. Ofcourse I did fed him two weeks ago. I shook my head and closed the door with a thud and he screamed too. I probably hit his elbow with the metal door but I just don't like these screams, it annoys me. I opened the door again pulled his leg outside and shut the door hard again. The rusted sharp metal door doesn't closes but I sure heard his bones cracking and his shout but immediately going muffle." Good boy" I cooed. What am I suppose to do with his broken leg now?? Whatever it's his problem. I walk across the basement as the blood ripples around my steps. Again, what the f**k, this blood would rise to my waist level if this continues. I should have thought about some drainage system. Walking to the corner, I find him. " How are you my friend?? I am sorry I didn't answered you yesterday." I saw his eyes widening and dropping himself on his knees and gripping my foot, nose scrunching due to the smell of blood. " Forgive me please, I couldn't understand you. Please let me go." I shook my head laughing. "Where's all the confidence gone?? Mike?" This was him. The new, real ZyranAdams. Inside his little torture box. His own basement. He bought this house out of two reasons; it's far from population and the other is his dream of a secluded basement that it had. Every tool, chainsaw, every chopping knife, chains ropes, everything was here. Including the guns hung inside his cupboard. There is this green wall with several pictures. A white board with some names. Some had a red cross while some half erased. Red neon lights on the ceiling and green ones above the slaughter section. His favourite of every corner, the slaughter section. A shelf behind with half or completely decapitated head kept as trophies. Other part laying leisurely on the corners. Every single wall of the the column had a dark shade of dried red. A metal chair in the middle of the area with chains laying above it. Mike is going to reach the same fate in a day or two. This is the face of Joker inside his little box, hidden from the world, completely opposite of what he is outside.