Our Love Will Never Die

He's In My Home?!

"God it's fucking boring in this damn house!" I said. I get up off my couch that was placed in front of my fire place, and walk to my room to get on my laptop so I can read some CP. I didn't know witch one to read, Jeff the Killer or Laughing Jack? 'Hmmmm' I thought. I'll go with Laughing Jack.

'It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home.' I continued reading and got chills, goosebumps were all over my arms and legs. I love that fucking feeling so much, that's why I'm so obsessed with these stories.

'Its not so bad here, the only reason I'm awake now is because someone is playing Pop Goes the Weasel outside my window... I'll talk to the orderlies about it in the morning...' As I read the end of the story, I shudder and smile. Goddam, I love it. 'What was the other story?' I ask myself. 'Oh yeah!' I thought, I looked up Jeff the Killer and read his story.

Damn! That was fucking intense! I was curious of what he looked like so I looked up Jeff the Killer and went to google images. "Holy fuck he's hot!!" I said out loud. I went on scrolling through the pictures and it seems I'm extremely attracted to this fucking insane man. I know I know, he's a killer and would murder me if we ever met, but shut the fuck up okay? A woman can fucking dream!

I started to get exhausted and the light from the computer screen made my eyes tired. I turned off my laptop and changed into my night gown, after I've locked my doors and turned off all the lights, I went to bed.

(TIME SKIP!!)

I woke up and looked at the clock to see it was fucking 7:00 AM. I'm not a fucking morning person and I never will be. EVER! And I swear to fucking god if you disturb my sleep I'll disturb your breathing. I got up and took a shower, teased my hair, brushed teeth, and I threw on some black skinnies and a Black Veil Brides t-shirt. (A/N: if you don't know who they are, stop reading this and look them up!) I walked in my kitchen and figured out that I haven't bought fucking food! "Winter you dumbass!" You said to yourself.

You put on some converse and grabbed your money and your keys, then walked out of your house to get some food. I hate going in public, rude adults, children that need to learn their fucking manners, and elders always stare at me like I'm not even fucking human, fucking dicks.

Once I got to the store and got what I wanted and went to the check out. A little girl walks up to me and desides to fucking poke the shit out of my legs, the little fuck. I got my bags and went home. The whole way home I thought constantly about how many people looked at me like I was a monster, is it the color of my eyes? My hair color? My choice of clothing? I don't know, but I guess I'll just brush it off.

I got home and put the groceries up then went up to my room to put my shoes up in the closet, but when I got up there I saw that my window was broken! "What the fuck?!" I said as I went to get the dust pan to clean up the glass.
When I finished cleaning it up i looked around my room, thinking maybe someone was still here or if they took something. Nothing was gone and I checked the whole house and no one was there, the only thing I found was a note that said 'Your lucky you weren't home, Winter ~J.W.' I didn't know who J.W. was or why he was in my fucking house but I intend to find out.