Patrick.

I let the name run through my mind continuously but nothing came up. No dizziness, no headache.

Could this be my killer?

Why did I have to be so vague when I did this?
I walked back to the table to organize the mess I had created. I couldn't imagine how my family would react if they saw the dead girl's room toyed with.

They'd be terrified most likely. I put away the books in their proper areas and tried my best to recreate the way the room the way it was originally. It wasn't difficult, it almost felt like instinct to put things in a certain place.

I sighed as I took another look around the room. Could there be any more clues? Surely there had to be but I wasn't sure if I had the necessary brainpower.

I crossed my arms and began slowly pacing the room. All I knew at the moment was my killer's alias and a name. As I thought more, the clue I found made less sense.

Who could I have been leaving clues for? Did I know I was going to die? Right now it looked like I stuck my nose in something I shouldn't have and got myself killed.

A scenario that popped into my head was that maybe Bateman was my sister's stalker and I became a problem. Maybe I learned their true identity. That was the only thing that made sense right now and I didn't know enough to form any other inference.

I stayed in the room for another couple of hours just going through my belongings and trying to figure something...anything out.

But it was useless. I was in the same place I had been hours ago.

A loud banging outside the door made me tense and I groaned in pain as my head began aching.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Shit. What the hell was I thinking?

I shouldn't have lured him here, I can't believe I was so stupid. Searching around frantically for anything to defend me, I grabbed my baseball bat under my bed.

The doorknob shook and in my darkroom, I watched their feet under my door move around in a hectic craze.

Bang!

"Please leave!" I begged as I clutched the bat closer to me. He had managed to get my phone so I couldn't call the police.

Tears streamed down my face as his efforts to open the door became unyielding.

My heart rate quickened and I tried to find any way out. My eyes suddenly fell to the window and I sobbed seeing it may be my only way out.

I was on the second floor and I was sure that if I jumped I would break a few bones. But what other choice did I have?

At least if I made it to the ground I could scream for help and someone might hear. That alternative seemed a lot better than dying by his hands. I never thought that he was capable of being this person. I thought that...

I shook my head. It doesn't matter. I just needed to survive.

I ran to the window and set the bat down as I unlocked it. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the lock of the window unlock. I placed my bare foot onto the ice-cold roof and used my arms to steady myself onto the window sill.

My bedroom door bursting open made me snap my head in the direction and I watched his silhouette in the doorframe.

He was wearing the white mask and black ensemble he always wore when he did shit like this.

"Stay back or I'll jump," I yelled.

He remained in his spot, silent and terrifying.

"Why are you wearing that?" I spat as tears burned my cheeks. "I already know who you are."

I watched him take a deep breath and his hands clenched at his sides.

"Fucking take it off and look at me." He made no move to remove his mask and I held back a sob. "Do it!" I screamed in a voice that I didn't even recognize.

My carelessness made me almost stumble back to my doom and he stepped forward when I wasn't paying attention.

"I'll take it off. Don't jump, I'd like to kill you myself." He said calmly. He moved his gloved hands to his mask and slowly took it off.

I had to swallow down the bile that was rising in my throat when I saw that I had fallen in love with this monster. He stalked my sister, threatened my life, my family, and the while trying to pretend to be a good boyfriend.

God was he a good actor.

I looked at the blue eyes that I had once loved, and seeing that they looked the same made me gag. How could I still love this man after all this?

"Why, Elijah?" I asked softly. My body felt weak, my heart was aching and was draining the rest of my body along with it.

"I don't have a choice, Aaliyah."

What the hell is he talking about? Before I could ask him anything else he lunged at me. In my effort to move away from him, I lost my grip on the window and fell...

My eyes snapped open and I noticed tears on my cheeks that weren't there before. The image in my mind of Elijah wearing the same clothes as the stalker pained me.

How could he not have killed me? He seemed threatening enough in my memory. I still didn't remember every aspect of our relationship but I remembered it being good.

I mean, of course, we had our moments but we were kids. I, of course, met him where I wasn't supposed to be. I was 16 and went to some high school party and he approached me.

I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was a couple of years older than me with tattoos and piercings. The perfect image of the bad boy that all girls seem to fall for. The type that dads kept away from their daughters...

We ended up falling in love and although things were complicated I remember us being in love. So how could he do that to me?

My memory still didn't show me the events leading up to that night and it was infuriating. I wish that I hadn't even seen it. All it did was break my heart into another million pieces.

"Lizzie!" I heard my mother call from downstairs.

Footsteps from outside the room were frantic and there was loud banging. "I'm coming, mom."

She's leaving already?

I stood up to walk to the door but before I got to it, it opened. In stepped Lizzie wearing a grey hoodie and matching sweats with a messy bun on her head.

I watched her as she took a deep breath and looked around the room. I chuckled as I felt the urge to yell at her to get out, it was always what I always had done. I wish that I didn't though.

I now regretted not letting her get me into more trouble or steal my things. I regretted the times I spent yelling at her instead of hugging her.

Lizzie walked to the teddy bear on my bed and hugged it to herself as she took a long inhale and exhale. With the bear still in her arms, she walked to the wall of pictures. She scanned them all and I watched tears fall down her face.

She sniffled as she picked up a picture of us and I couldn't help but let my eyes water. In the picture, she was holding up a peace sign and duck lips while I was in the back flipping her off.

"I miss you." She whispered as she looked at the picture.

I miss you too.