Love & Loss [DISCONTINUED for now]

Chapter 1

It's been over half a year since I escaped. I bought a nice house away from the city, somewhere in the woods. Away from everyone. It was a small two story house that was surrounded by old trees. It was comforting. But my life was completely different from the city people's.

I robbed banks, killed innocents to feed my insanity.
No one knew what I looked like due to the mask. I was considered an outcast from everyone's point of view. But I didn't care, I was used to being alone.

I also met this guy. (Yes I still had my mask on, I never took it off.) I met him at a local coffee shop that I sometimes go to on the week days. He was nice, not like everyone else, after that day we talked through Skype because he was from out of town. He lived in Canada and I in New Jersey.

My normal routine was to wake up take a shower and wash the blood that my victim left from last night. Dress in my signature grey hoodie and black skinny jeans, put on my fox mask, feed Mr.Bean my cat, rob a bank and kill a few people. It was a living. Sometimes I would bring people home and torture them in my basement.

When they couldn't take it anymore, I would roll two dice on the medical table full of knifes, and see what the numbers added too. I would untie them. Every Time I did this they would look confused and say the same question,

"You're letting me go?"

I point at the dice and tell them to read what the numbers added too, I would simply say

"You have that many minutes before I come and get you, I would start running if I were you" , In the end I would laugh like an insane person.

No matter where they hid or where they ran I would find them, and kill them.

"Hello My Dear, It Looks You Were Having Fun There Killing That Innocent Person"

"Stop it you're the one who was making me do it! Get out of my head!"

"You Think You Can Just Get Rid Of Me? You're Dead Wrong! I'm With You Till The Very End!"

I screamed and put my hands to my ears.
"Stop, please stop!"
I ran to my bathroom and grabbed my only friend that I have in this world. My razor. I rolled up my sleeves and started cutting my arm, I ended up with 18 new cuts along with some old ones from not that long ago. I got up from the bathroom floor and washed the dripping blood, wrapped my arms in a bandage and went to bed dreaming about what happen to my mother.

I was to blame. It was my fault she was dead. I could have done something. I was a coward. I was weak. Every night that nightmare played in my head like a broken record. Eventually I wake up in pools of sweat.

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