What Lovely Kidneys You Have (An Eyeless Jack P.O.V & Romance)

19 - You Don't Want This Life, Just As Much As You Don't Want It Taken From You

Hey guys! So, guess what?

THIS IS THE LONGEST CHAPTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN IN THE HISTORY OF CHAPTERS FOR EVERY SINGLE BOOK I'VE MADE!!! WOOPWOOP!

So yeah, it's freaking long. My apologies.

Before I begin, I'd like to remind you all about how when I began this book, at some point I mentioned that I made Jack's back story up. I know there's like an official story or something on the CreepyPastWiki I think, and I've read it. It's like about how Jack got involved with a cult or something, yada yada yada. Whatever. I think that story is really lame, and I hate it. So, I made up my own Eyeless Jack Origin!

So please don't comment, "That's not how it happened you stupid b%&^#" Because I will promptly respond, "Suck my ass, ya damn Yankee! Go suck a boob $%%&^*#@@*!@!%$*!!!!"

Lol.

Once again, I made up origin background, and this is a long ass chapter! <3

-staypunky

Insanity.

Pure, fucking, insanity.

It's quite the experience. A moment in which your mind has split into multiple sections, divided between right and wrong by society and moral standards, as well as a concrete, messy section chalked full of devious intention.

There's not much to this insanity thing, really. I'm sure if you tried hard enough, you could make the sight of blood more appealing to yourself, as well as the sound of a dying woman's screams that much more enjoyable.

Trust me, it's not an easy thing to accomplish if you were raised correctly, believe in the right things. I'm sure if you've got that special sensitive side that society adores, it'd take much more to force you into madness.

Yet and still, it's possible.

I was that way once; always hoping for the best of people, having a sense of mercy and kindness and to put it matter-of-factly... sanity. I was as disgusted by the idea of war and human suffering as most good natured people were, that is, until the darkness polluted my mind like a big named company dumping their waste into the ocean. It was like the purity I had held onto so dearly, and came so easily to me had been washed away in a sea of shit, and I was left with nothing but the thirst for blood, the hunger for flesh, and the intent of a mad man. I could remember how hard I'd try to hate the suffering of others, how wrong it was, but my vision was clouded with black ooze and all I could see was darkness and death, and honestly, nothing's ever been more appealing to me.

I wasn't immediately hit with a lust for blood, of course. Oh, no. It came periodically. It started with the feeling, led by the taste, the cold, and then the visions. The dark visions that seemed as innocent as a moving shadow across my bedroom walls in the night time turned into hearing scratching throughout the hallways. I swore I was driving myself mad, night after night of these nightmares that ended in me jutting out of bed with tears in my eyes, my throat burning from the sensation of screaming, only to awake to more visions, more shadows, and more voices clouding my mind. I willed it all to go away, but there was no hope for me as I had soon come to terms with it all, and as a sane person surely going insane, I was convinced that no medical treatment could help and that my only option would be a padded room with white walls and cameras monitoring my every move.

There was no other way to rid myself of the darkness besides a simple, disgusting option. The option I had agreed to. And once I had, there was no stopping my lust for the damn substance, no way I could rid myself of the hunger. It was my only option favorable, after all. And it proved to be a catalyst for the darkness to finally penetrate through my psyche and poison my lungs with its deadly venom.