Do you even know how fucking great it is to be able to describe color again?

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"Frank Iero, I have told you a million times before that you aren't allowed to watch these movies," my mother scolded when she walked into the room.

I ignored her, my eyes focused on the screen.

"You are seven years old, you can't be watching these movies," she said. "You're not allowed to watch Psycho."

I again ignored her, paying attention to the screaming woman on the screen. My mother came over and flicked off the tv, pulling me out of my daze.

"Hey!" I yelled. "You can't do that!"

"Yes I can, I am your mother," my mom stated.

"Turn it on," I said.

She crossed her arms, standing in front of the tv. I reached around her to turn it back on but she moved in front of me.

"I told you not to watch those scary movies, you're too young," She said.

"It's not like I get scared by them, I'm not some fucking wuss," I said.

My mom's eyes widened. She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards my room.

"You're grounded for a month," she said.

I glared up at her, wanting nothing more than to run away from this hell.

-+-

"Oh, it's you, the sad boy," Gee said.

"I-I'm not fucking sad," I denied. "Why the hell do you keep saying stuff like that?"

Gee sat up, hugging his stuffed animal to his chest.

"Because Miss Williams said that sad boys like me act out," Gee said. "That's why one time she let me have eggs and smash them around her office. She said it'd help get the anger and frustration out so I can make room for me to be happy."

I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer.

"I have another way of taking out my frustrations," I growled.

I pulled out my knife and I saw him glance at it before looking back at me.

"What made you sad?" He asked. "I used to be really sad, I would never leave anywhere but my bedroom and to see Miss Williams. She said I was getting better and now I'm less sad."

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" I asked.

"Well, she said I had post-traumatic stress disorder and--"

"No," I interrupted. "I meant why aren't you scared."

"Oh, that," Gee giggled. "Because Miss Williams told me that sad boys like you are just acting out because you don't know how else to act while upset and you kill people instead."

"Well, this Miss Williams clearly doesn't know what she's talking about," I said.

Gee smiled. "She's never been wrong before."

I let go of the collar of his shirt, taking a step back.

"I assume you've called police," I said.

"If I did they would be here," Gee said and I glared at him. "Everyone deserves a second chance, shouldn't be blamed right away."

"And you believe that someone like me deserves a second chance?" I asked.

Gee smiled and nodded.

"Someone like me who has killed dozens of people?" I asked.

Gee smiled and nodded again.

"The one who came here to kill you?" I questioned.

There was that damn smile and nod again. I pulled him up to his feet to stand on the ground. He was wearing just an oversized baby blue t-shirt and a pair of white silk panties. He was smaller than me as he looked up at me, brushing his black hair out of his eyes.

"I could kill you any second now," I said.

"If you wanted to then you would have by now," he pointed out.

I glared at him, turning the knife over in my hand.

"It's fun to play with your food," I said.

"This isn't how you mess with them, I heard it on the news," he said. "You messing with them is just hurting them."

"It's like you're asking to be hurt," I said. "Why the hell aren't you scared?"

"Because I know you don't really want to hurt people, you're just frustrated and don't know how to deal with your emotions," he said.

"That is the stupidest thing ever, you should stop listening to Miss Williams," I said. "I hurt people because I enjoy hurting people. The fear in their eyes and the blood running down my hands is beautiful, I could get high off it."

"Because you're sad," he said.

I groaned, rolling my eyes. I took this moment to look at his room. There were soft grey walls with dark, hardwood floors. The bed had a light pink and white chevron design and held a few stuffed animals on it. There were other random things around the room. A shelf in the corner with little knick-knacks like small trophies, tiaras, a jewelry box, etc. a desk was in the corner, a laptop pushed to the side with a coloring book and crayons open in the center where he hadn't cleaned it up. An easel was in front of the wall next to the closet. A little chandelier hung from the ceiling above us and illuminated the room, most likely being just made out of glass.

"Is anyone else here? Do you live alone?" I asked.

I could always kill the other people to make sure he knows I mean business.

"No, it's just me who lives here," Gee said.

I looked around, the only doors being the one that leads to the hallway and to the closet. There was no door for the bathroom.

"This isn't the master bedroom," I remarked. "Why would you sleep in this room rather than the master?"

Gee's eyes widened as he shook his head.

"What are you hiding?" I asked skeptically.

He bit his lip and I took off down the hall. I heard him chasing after me as I got to the room at the end of the hall. It was the biggest room, so it must've been the masters. It was set up completely like it was someone's bedroom. Everything was dusty like someone hadn't been in here in a long time. I picked up a picture frame on the nightstand, seeing Gee and three other people.

"Don't touch that!" Gee yelled, hitting my hand.

The picture fell down onto the floor and the glass of the  frame broke on the hardwood.

"Look at what you've done," Gee scolded.

He tried to drag me out but I didn't move.

"Whose room was this?" I asked.

"We can't be in here," Gee said, pulling on my hand to try and drag me out.

I walked over to look at the photos hanging on the wall above the dresser. Gee moved in front of me, pushing my chest but he didn't make me move an inch.

"Gee, who are these people?" I asked curiously.

If there's one thing I've always hated, it's someone keeping things from me. Secrets were the devil, Christmas was hell.

"Please," gee whimpered.

I looked down at him for the first time, seeing his wide eyes watering. It was the first time I've actually seen him close to crying, close to fear or sadness. It was a bit unnerving.

"I don't have to listen to you," I stated.

He jutted out his bottom lip, batting his eyelashes. I looked over the photos again before sighing. Gee pulled me out and back to his room, shutting the door behind us.

"Fun Ghoul, when did you start killing people?" Gee asked, sitting on his bed and holding a kangaroo stuffed animal in his arms, seeming to go back to normal after a few deep breaths.

This boy, I fucking swear.

"I was 17, almost 18," I said. "Well, that was when I had my first successful murder. My first attempted murder was when I was about 6 or 7."

"Why did you do it?" He asked.

I shuffled my feet.

"I was angry," I stated.

Gee smiled wide. "So you were angry and didn't know what to do with you feelings!"

I rolled my eyes.

"What would happen if I were to kill you right now?" I asked.

"Maybe you'd feel guilty," Gee said.

"I have never felt guilty over killing someone before," I stated.

"Until you get all the frustration out, then you won't be so angry anymore and then you'll feel guilty," he said.

"Are you a psychologist now or some shit?" I asked.

"This is just what Miss Williams taught me, she is a very smart lady," he said.

"Miss Williams sounds like a little bitch," I said.

Gee frowned. "That's not a nice word."

"I'm not a nice person," I stated.

"I think everyone is nice but they just choose to be mean," Gee said. "Everyone makes wrong choices sometimes."

"Sometimes people are just genuinely mean people," I said.

"Everyone has good in them, they just don't always express it," Gee said.

"I express it in bed," I joked.

Gee blushed and held onto his stuffie a little tighter.

"W-well, I mean, I-I guess if that works for you," he stuttered shyly.

I smirked and stepped forward, moving a hand to run through his hair. His red, chubby cheeks looked up at me.

"I am very good in bed," I said quietly. "i can show you, I'd you'd like."

Gee blushed harder and let out a nervous giggle. I kneeled on the edge of the bed, gently pushing him down to lay on his back while I laid over him. There was a soft little sound as his stuffed toy hit the ground. My hand trailed along his thigh and I heard his breath hitch.

"Do you want me to show you how good I am in bed? How good I can make you feel," I asked, my lips ghosting over his neck.

"I-I've only just met you," he whispered.

I pulled my head up, looking down at his flustered, nervous face. I stood back up on the wood floor, clearing my throat. That's when I was confused, I don't usually listen to what the other people say. Yeah, what the hell am I even doing?

Gee had sat up as he watched me. I went over and roughly pushed him down and grabbed his panties tight in my fist. Gee squeaked in fear at my sudden action. I stopped myself at that moment, looking down at Gee. His face looking terrified with wide eyes.

I wanted to do it, wanted to rip off his panties and do as I please. But yet, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't bring myself to hurt the small, scared boy.