20: Roy

She picked him... After all this time, she ended up picking someone else... Why didn't I act sooner?

Roy paced in his bedroom, the tattoo on his arm pulsing like it was its own living being. His room was in disarray with scattered books and papers, his blanket and pillow tossed against one of the walls, even the curtain that covered his window had been shredded. He avoided his parents for the past few days now, but how much longer can he hide the fact that their own son was a murderer? His eyes flew over to his closet where he kept Amanda's motionless heart. He could've buried it, burned it, tossed it into a lake, but had come to the decision of bringing it home.

My dear sweet Roy...

There was the voice again. It was the only company he had for some time. His own friends disowned him after he confronted them about the incident at the party. Even they knew what was going to happen and chose not to stop it. This voice was his only companion, alwa