Signed, Jack the Ripper (Jacob Frye x Reader)

I am..

Dear to whom it may concern,

Ever wonder what creeps behind your being when walking alone at the darkest of nights?

Ever... Feel the terror shivers that run down your spine when you're all alone in the dark?

Ever ponder the consequences of your actions when deciding between a lone, dark empty alley and an alley filled with the deadliest of criminals lurking in the shadows for their next victim?

Ever ask yourself if you really are alone even on your most loneliest of days?

Ever get the black bats that wander about in your stomach when knowing you really are not alone?

I was once like you, feeling the worrisome engaging in my soul, the adrenaline of fear whenever I turned around the corner, knowing I am definitely not the only being from where I stand. Bloodshed is what turned into that fateful morning, that devil that took everything away from me. That very devil that cursed me with my insanity and who's in the very control of my form whenever I lay my eyes open with cold sweat that drips down my fearful face with blood staining and dripping down from my hands. This was not a choice I would have chosen, for it was more of rather it was bound to happen. Fate, destiny, broken dreams turned everything into a living hell.

Before I was even alone, I laid my eyes on someone who was dear to me, someone who cared for me, someone whom I loved dearly. Even with the itty bitty heart I had that was oh so full of life, I loved them, I love her.

She was everything to me, she was who I loved, truly loved. I wanted to show her how much I loved her, to prove to her that I was the one for her even if she didn't love me like I did. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone, not with that reckless dog she calls her husband. I may have been a child in her eyes, but I was so much more in mine. But now, he caused this, he caused this fateful day to happen, it's his fault! I blame every blood cell in his disgusting form, I will have his guts in my hands, I will make sure of it that his blood is smeared on my scarred face and I will finally prove my love to her.

No matter how many prostitutes or whores I murder, it will never feel as delightful when I murder her. When I have her heart, her actual beating heart in the palm of my hands.

Nothing will stop me for getting to her, nothing will stop me from getting her heart. NOTHING will stop me from getting you.

Signed,
Jack the Ripper