Chapter 17

Natty POV

I have all three of my parents tied up in my house. These three are the root of my problems, the root of my misery. I slashed my mother's throat first, then my biological father's throat, and then my stepfather's throat. I used a meat cleaver to chop off their heads, and then I skinned their bodies. Not only that, but I wrapped the heads with cellophane, I put the heads in the refrigerator with the others. My parents started snooping through my room, wondering what the smell was. I got there just in time to stop them. I was planning on killing them anyway. Cleaning the mess was a chore, I put the bodies in the basement.

Saint: You are now an orphan, and a monster, congratulations! Do you remember that you don't have anyone else? Your friends see you as a ticking time bomb. The girl that you fancy yourself in love with, is married to her mate. Turn yourself in, if they know that you are mentally ill, they would probably send you to an asylum. There are two other people who live in your head, which is proof enough. It is not too late to try to redeem yourself. I know that there is still some good in you. You were such a good child at one point, what the hell happened?

Demon: SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER! NATTY WAS NEVER A HAPPY, OR GOOD CHILD. HE WAS MISERABLE AND ALONE. THE FRIENDS HE HAD TURNED THEIR BACKS ON HIM LIKE HE WAS A PARASITE. WHERE ARE THESE FRIENDS NOW? THOSE SAME FRIENDS ARE PROBABLY USING THEIR PRECIOUS DADDY TO SPY ON US. THEY ARE PROBABLY FINDING A WAY TO HAVE US ARRESTED. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO BE HOLIER THAN THOU? YOU JUST STOOD THERE AND WATCHED HIM KILL THOSE PEOPLE. Fuck you, sideways and frontwards!

Natty goes to his room and takes out a couple of sheets of paper and a pen. He writes letters to his friends and family. Natty takes out his will, the will leaves everything to his friends. He takes a shower to make himself presentable. He lotioned his skin, put on his cologne, and dressed in his finest clothes. He leaves the letters and the will in his bedroom. Natty went downstairs to the basement and grabbed his combat shotgun. He knelt on the ground, pumped the shotgun, and put the nozzle in his mouth. He just wants the voices to stop, he just wants the madness to stop. As soon as he pulled the trigger, his world went black.

Rue POV

The phone rang, it was late at night. My blood ran cold, the dreaded late night phone call. It is a bad sign when someone calls you at night. The caller ID shows my father calling. I prayed that my family was okay. Did Nathan hurt them, did they catch him? I picked up the phone, and answered.

Dad: Hey baby, I have some bad news. Nathan and all three of his parents are dead. He killed them when they tried to find out what the bad smell from his room was. Apparently, he was keeping the victims' heads in his room. He left letters to close friends and family explaining why he did it. He even left a will leaving everything he had to you and JJ. I took out his combat shotgun to do the deed. JJ already knows what happened, tell Joshua what happened.

My dad hung up before I could say anything. I woke up Joshua and told him what happened. "Baby, it's okay to cry," Joshua said, trying to comfort me. "To be honest, it is hard to cry for a loved one who turned out to be a monster. We could have helped him if he asked, however, we couldn't help a person who didn't want to help themselves. Nathan died a long time ago, we just didn't bury him," I said. Joshua hugged me while I tried to will myself to cry for Nathan, but for some reason I couldn't shed a tear. Am I such a bad friend that I can't even grieve for an old friend? Is it because I found out that he killed innocent people? Did I lose interest in Nathan over the years to the point where I couldn't cry over him? What the hell is wrong with me? If I had known that Nathan was sick or that he was raped, I would have helped him. Am I such a bad friend? Did the victims die because of my carelessness? I try my hardest to cry for him, even though people would judge me for crying over a serial killer. My face started to hurt, so I gave up trying to cry for Nathan. I am so sorry, Natty! I am so, so fucking sorry, Natty. Not only that, but I called JJ, and he was also having trouble crying over Nathan. Unfortunately, JJ washed his hands of Nathan seeing how he killed innocent people, and then stalked and harassed his twin sister. When I told Joshua this, he wasn't so surprised at JJ's cold shoulder towards Nathan. It may seem like I am sympathizing with a killer, but all I see is someone we failed miserably. We treated him like a feral animal, and he died a gruesome death.

The Funeral

"When we were kids, we would protect Nathan from bullies. As we grew older, we grew apart. The Nathan we knew died a few years back, and I wished that we could have happened. We all failed Nathan, we all failed him in our own way. We never knew that he was sick and needed help. If we did, we could have saved the victims. What have we learned in this horrible ordeal? We find out who our real friends are. Friends check in on you, like we should have done. We dismiss him as a monster, but he was also a victim who was turned into a monster. We can never let this happen again," I said to the very small number of guests who came to pay their respects.