{(Lynzel...Wake up Lynzel...It's time to get up...You sleep too much, silly...Let's hangout like we used to...I miss you Lynzel...Come back home...Come back to me...Come back to the light...)
"R...Rob?"}
Lynsie awoke with a startled gasp. A cold sweat, shaken breath, and a body that trembled. Not something you'd expect to see from a cold blooded killer. But for awhile now, this was how her nights were.
"Damn it! Leave me alone. You're dead Rob. Long dead. Go fuck with someone else in the afterlife. Is this 'cause I never slept with you? So now I'm not allowed to sleep? Piss off! And stop calling me that stupid nickname. Lynsie plus Rapunzel is not a cute combo. Now for the millionth time...Go away!"
It all started after Robert's birthday passed. 06-14. Her dreams would start out normal, then randomly, Robert would show up and spout the same message to her till she woke up. She couldn't figure out why she was dreaming like this. She didn't feel anything anymore.
She never felt anything for Robert other than friendship. If anything, they were in a platonic relationship. He wanted more, but she didn't. She was a virgin, he wasn't. They were just friends. Close friends. Nothing would change that even if she wanted to.
Yet this was getting to her. It was bad enough she already had random insomnia. But with Robert's pestering, a decent night consisted of five or less hours a night. And that's if she even bothered to sleep when given the chance. But as a psycho killer, it's not like she could seek out help for this bother. For now though. All she could do was try to ignore it and continue life as is.
The date was now 07-28-2011. And as strange as it seemed. Lynsie found herself in a McDonald's in Tennessee. Far from her birthplace in Miami, Florida. Farther than she'd ever think she'd ever go. Normally a reclusive soul, it was odd for her to be in such a crowded place. And at the lunch rush no less.
Now why would someone like her be here? What could be the reason a killer goes into an open public area? Well, ask yourselves this. Why does a shark swim into shallow waters when that would put it in danger? Quite simple really...Food. That, and the free WiFi internet that she used Robert's old laptop for.
It was so unreal. With nobody knowing her bloody secret, she seemed so normal when doing things like this. A lone girl with a laptop in a backpack. Sitting far in the dark back corner. Long hair and jacket hood shrouding her face. No one was none the wiser as to the bloodthirsty killer that was amongst them for hours.
When not on the move or killing, she'd do this. The smallest glimmer of humanity could be seen when she was like this. Eating a burger, sipping a soda, and watching YouTube clips. It was the only moment of true peace she knew anymore. But that's not saying she was normal. The things she'd watch were usually death scenes from horror movies or things that were like the show Jackass. It made her laugh.
But even when she was giggling at gruesome things. Nobody ever bothered her. Well...Almost nobody. For some bizarre reason, children were drawn to her. And there were two kinds of kids that annoyed the hell out of her the most. The first were the kids that constantly stared at her. They never seemed to blink. And the second were the kids that pointed and tried to get their parents to look at her too. Those were the kids she just wanted to shake into oblivion.
But today was different. She was more calm. The need to spill blood wasn't on her mind at all. This was just a time to relax and nothing more. Just...relax. And to do nothing else. After all. She'd had only just arrived here the other night. She hadn't even gotten comfortable in the abandoned boxcar she found current shelter in. No...This was just a day to hangout and chill.
"Mommy!"
A sudden cry filled the restaurant. A little girl, about age nine or ten, had fallen down. She had slipped on the freshly mopped floor and landed face first. A concerning moment for any decent person. It only got a muffled chuckle from Lynsie. That's what the brat deserved for staring and whispering things to her not paying attention parents. And it would've ended there. It should've ended right then and there. But fate had something else in mind.
