The Serial Killer

Chapter 8

Finally getting back home, I place all my stuff on the bed and change myself then just sleep all day. I was like REALLY REAALLLLY tired from all of these dramatic incidents. I hope nobody died in that lockdown or what it is called. I started sleeping, but it was surprisingly really hard to fall asleep. My anxiety keeps telling me that I'll be next or I should get a new life somehow. I really wanted to get out of this drama but if it costs my family and uncle's family then surely no. 

What kind of monster would even leave his life behind, like... friends, family, uncle, etc.

Surely enough it started raining

Jonathan's(me) Mind:

"Jesus. I couldn't sleep with fucking silence and now? I CAN'T SLEEP AT ALL!!!! What do I fucking do now? I do need to get SLEEP."

- THE END OF THINKING-

As thoughts ran into my head I heard the closet door open a slight bit. In that slight bit, people can look outside or inside of the closet. It was like, HELLA WEIRD. LIKE THE NEW LEVEL OF WEIRDNESS. And I know, how the fuck would you not jump off the bed or make an action you might be asking yourself. Well, to answer your question is because I had my window open, yes. I WAS THAT STUPID TO LET THE WINDOW OPEN WHILE A SOCIOPATH IS TRYING TO KILL MY UNCLE. Am I THAT STUPID?! But, with all that I would consider that the closet door opens a slight bit because of the wind so I stayed in my bed, I was cold anyway.

 This is the end again, sorry for making this short again. I just wanted to show you guys that I'm not dead or something like that, well I already did by making chapter 7 sooo. ANYWAY. Bye! Hoped you enjoyed it!