Ezra stood like frozen.
‚Am I such an asshole? Is she right?'
‚Yes she is, I could do way more'
‚But I'm giving my best… I'm drained, but that's not…'
Ezra paused, hands clenched tightly.
It's not about him.
It's about them.
He started walking on his own.
Instinctual, perhaps even knowingly.
„Chloe! Chloe wait!"
„I love you, please don't leave me like that!"
He started running, through the cold night.
Snowflakes filled his vision, hitting his eyes, his lips, the whole face warming up as a reaction.
Tears falling beneath him, while his mouth slightly curled.
Chloe just walked on without pausing.
Ezra halted a few meters behind her.
„Chloe… I love you"," he stammered in fear.
Fear of being left alone.
Fear of losing the only person you matter to.
Not Fear of losing her.
She stood silent, unmoving like a statue.
Ezra moved and hugged her from behind and whispered weakly.
„Please don't leave me… I will better myself, I promise."
„If not then you can kill me or whatever you want, but I can't live without you…"
„Please, Chloe…"
Chloe slowly put away his arms covering her.
„You better stay true to your words, and of course I can't live without you too. But I will protect myself, I don't want to suffer again…" Chloe began crying aswell.
Both cried in eachothers embrace.
„So I will think about it… leave me alone for the next period of time"
„Chloe, please. Don't do that!"
„I love you!"
„And I love you too, Ezra!" Chloe screamed in answer. „But I will think about it again, as you should too…"
…
Days passed.
Then months.
Winter passed and Spring arrived.
Now it's been more than 2 months, more time passed than actually being together.
Ezra lie down on his bed.
His room was small, adding to that, there were 2 other roommates.
Both his little brother, Liam, and his youngest sister called Penelope.
They had their own bunk bed opposite him.
One Desk in the middle of the room and a wardrobe.
Decorated simplistic but enough.
Both younger siblings were silently sitting, doing their homework while Ezra was staring at the ceiling.
„This bitch…"
„This miserable whore, I hate her!"
„But I love her… why can't I forget about her?"
His mind was in turmoil.
Suddenly, a vibrating sound came.
His phone.
As if gaining energy as vast as the sun, he sprang up and instantly began looking for his notification.
Insta Messanger.
A Story posted by Chloe.
A picture of her sitting on a bench near a lake.
The same bench he was with her last time.
On her thigh was another hand.
A male hand.
Ezra's hand shivered, uncontrollable rage building up.
Standing up with force, Liam and Pen backed away in fright.
He run down the stairs, dressed up and walked out.
But suddenly he walked in again.
He walked to the kitchen, grabbed a long sharp deadly knife and hid it around his belt.
Following him with her eyes was his mother Caroline.
Her son changed.
Her lovely son changed.
Looking at everyone with hatred, even her.
As if looking at ants, at cockroaches.
Disgusted and prideful.
Ezra turned more aggressive during the past months.
More brutal, more violent and dangerous.
Like an unstable timebomb, everyone distanced themselves from him.
Everyone distanced themselves.
So did Ezra.
„Be careful, Ez" Caroline still said in a quiet voice.
…
„So you're still a virgin, huh? And everything of you belongs to me?"
Chloe smiled.
„Yes, I belong to you," she said excitedly.
„So how about we head to my home? I parked just a short walk away," James said in pride.
Chloe followed him, and together they drove to James house.
He also lived in Brookdale-Hillside.
And together they drove past a small house, which obviously needed some renovation.
Bearings of time making themself visible.
They passed a boy in a brown Trenchcoat.
Eyes met.
James smirked, and Chloe kissed him on the cheek.
Little did they know…
Let them live in ignorance, as long as they are happier knowing nothing.
…
It turned dark.
Hours passed while Ezra walked from house to house of Hillside.
The neighborhood turned anxious.
Except the oblivious couple at work.
The timebomb sparked.
Tick tick tick
Ezra stands silently.
He's here:
His silver watch making ticking sounds.
Hands in the coats pockets.
Hot raging breath causing to steam rise around his face.
The Villa had an L Form.
The left wing was James's floor, no one else went there.
Leaving him alone, enjoy his time.
The warm glow of the window marking his goal, his long awaited reward of the day:
Of the last months.
A reward for his shattered heart.
So in hope to end his miserable state, he observed and observed.
Daily. Every Night.
Hidden in the Forest.
Studying, planning, remembering.
His first murder.
Everyday, Chloe and James come to his house.
While they were at it, James grabbed Chloe and brought her to the open window. For everyone to see, for everyone to know.
Except it was night and probably no one saw.
Surrounding them was a forest afterall.
When Chloe turned around, her back towards James.
Looking outside, she saw a shadow beneath.
Stopping for a moment; she looked bewildered, but continued after thinking she hallucinated.
But right after, in fluid motion, a hand grabbed her neck, choking her aggressively.
She couldn't scream, only struggling.
James smirked.
After tens of seconds, Chloe fell limp to the ground, as if losing consciousness.
James was shocked, but wanted to continue nevertheless.
And right at this moment, out of the corner of his eye did he sea a glint of silver, striking right into his eye.
No moment to react.
Dead.
Just like that, both died mysteriously.
Laying on the ground, naked and in blood.
Ezra walked off in the dark, keeping the knife in his hand.
Shaking, he clenched his fists.
Blood tracing down his hands, but a smile plastered on his face.
He did it.
‚I did it!' he thought with no remorse, no guilt.
Then he clutched his chest.
‚Then why do I still feel so empty? Why won't this pain end! Someone help me, please, someone help me!'
He fell to his knees.
Hitting the ground with fists till they turned as bloody as the knife.
‚I loved her. I really loved her! I'm such a fool!' he screamed.
„But she deserved it… why couldn't she stay by my side. Why?"
…
The next day.
„The Family Smitherys Only Son Dies Mysteriously," the headlines of the local Brookdale Newspaper stated.
Below, it explains the suspect.
The only person on the site of crime was a girl called Chloe Wither, till now she's in a state of coma.
The only suspect is her.
Police won't tell more till she's awake.
…