With Love, From Me

CHAPTER TWO

College, a right of passage for anybody trying to get on with their life. Hundreds of students, some young some old, bustling around to get to classes, sitting outside the campus studying, or completing desires, some perfectly acceptable, and others messed up and sick in the shadows of their own busy lives. Exactly what humans do.
If I am a psychopath I think I'd know, but there's one thing that's making up the 15% of what makes me still human. For one thing, I would never hurt anybody without a reason. And also, I love someone.
The only one who would believe me if I told him. He knows me like no other, perfectly understands my feelings, thoughts, and everything that seems at least a little bit normal.
I just wish I could get it over with and tell him my feelings. The only thing he doesn't know about besides the obvious, is the separate reality that I now call home.

I remember when it all started.
I was 13 and I was in my room, laying in bed trying to get tired so I could fall asleep. It was during one of the many phases of insomnia I have dealt with during my life and I have to admit that in that particular moment I wasn't very tired in the least.
One of my old computers that had naturally come to an expected end - due to my technological impairment - , was sitting on my dresser with a blue light on the front. Since blue light has a very high frequency it tends to easily spread through a dark room and illuminate many things in it's path.
I had not been expecting it, nor had I wanted it at all, but at around twelve a.m. the figure of a man walked across my room without a sound and then vanished without a trace.
What surprised me, was somehow not the fact that I had just seen a shadow of a man in my room, but that I wasn't scared.
I had turned towards the corner where it would be if it was there, and in the dark crevice of my room, something seemed to be lurking, waiting, watching me from the shadows, scared and timid.
I had met Jack, for the first time.