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Being without her

Being without her

Slenderman

'Why? Why did I have to be so stupid', I thought to myself as I sat in my dark office. All I do now is replay the moment that I lost the most important person in my life. I know it's not health, and E.J remind me of it every day, but that's all I could think about. I can't sleep, eat, kill, basically I can't live without (Y/N). I'm always thinking about her and when I can't stop thinking about her I go to the office because that's the closest thing I have of her; our memories.

Every time we come to the mansion we hang out in the office and we only leave when it's time for her to go, and even then I walk her to her house. I never teleported her there just we could have more time together. "Oh god. What have I done. I need her, I need her more then anything", I said, looking around the room and let the emptiness and loneliness suffocate and drown me at the same time. 

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Splenderman

"Why did you make me do that?",I asked Offender. "Hey, that's what I always do", he responded. "Oh no, I shouldn't have listened to you. Now she's gone", I said. "Well, that's your fault for getting caught", he said, lighting one of is cigars. I looked at him in anger, my peace pasta side melting away, and wrapped one of my tentacles around his neck. "You told me that it was okay. You said that I was suppose to have someone else on the side, that it would make me a better man", I said, finally finishing my rant.

I finally let Offender neck go when his struggles started to slow down and get weaker. "I hate you and I will always hate you", I told Offender while walking out of the room, my face slowly going back to it's happy smiling emotion.

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Smexy

I came back home from another one of my drunken nights at the club. Since (Y/N) and I broke up, I've been having 'those' kinds of nights lately. Those nights when you go to a bar or a club and drink so much that it'll last for a life time, trying to forget the pain of something that you're going through in your life, and stumbling home to only start all over again the next day. Yeah, 'those' nights.

I walked into my living room and sat down on the couch. I tried to go to sleep, but the thought of (Y/N) kept popping up in my mind, so I just settled for watching tv instead. The first thing that showed was the new and the lady was covering the story of the new killer that just popped up out of no where.

'......A mystery killer is running lose in our neighborhoods. This person is leaving everyone wondering where they're going to hit next and when they're going to kill. We have insight that the victim are all people who have been involved with cheating on their girlfriends or boyfriends. The only thing this person leaves behind are evidence of the person cheating and a quote on the wall say 'cheaters never win'. People have started calling this mystery person 'the cheater' from their target of killing, and their target are cheaters....."

I couldn't listen to more of that, so I turned the tv off and tried to go to sleep.

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Jeff the killer

God, I've never felt so alone in my life. My girlfriend won't talk to me, my brother won't talk to me, and my other family member are giving me shit for what happened. I tried to tell everyone that it was just a misunderstanding, but they refuse to listen and it's starting to get to me.

That's not the only thing that been getting to me. (Y/N), won't answer my calls, texts, and won't even open the door when I go to her house. I leave 'I'm sorry gifts' all the time on her door step. I know that she receives them because she always put the flowers that I send in the vase that in front of the window. Sometimes when I leave her a gift I stay awhile to see how she responds and she cries every time till I stopped living her gifts. It kills me that I can't be with her, confort her, kiss her, hug her and just get to talk to her. I need her back, I just love her way too much to see her like this. I love her way too much to not be with her.