Deranged Love

Chapter 3: R.L Stine

I sadly throw my favorite jeans away due to the blood stains but I don't try to hide the jeans, that would be suspicious. If anyone ask I can say I was on my period and boom conversation over! I wash off my hands and make sure the blood smell is gone but then decide to just take a shower in case I missed any.

I know if people knew the real me they would think I'm insane and I guess that would be correct but every person is born evil, just some are born more evil then others.

I remember the first time I realized I was different I was eight and went camping with my friend Jenny and her parents. I blamed her death on the homeless guy down the street and when he was walking in to the police station to be interrogated I was walking out and early planted the bloody rock I used to smash Jenny's skull into his pocket.

No one suspects the eight year old.

Jenny was different from the others, she had this light in her eyes that refused to burn out but people bullied her and I didn't want Jenny to become like them, I wanted to remember her as the bright girl who was my best friend so I made sure she would always be that bright, forever.

I get out of the shower and decide to go to the library to read. The library is like my home, I spend hours there on the weekend and if I could I would live there honestly.

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I get to the library and as usual there aren't many people here. Most people just go online if they want to read a book or research a paper but I prefer an actual book. Besides the library is so peaceful I love it here, I love the silence and I love the smell of books it's self.

I go to the fiction part of the library and go to where the Fear Street books are by R.L Stine. If you have ever read this books you know it's nothing like the childish goosebumps books he also writes. Fear street books are almost always realistic and there's many twist and turns.

When I was in elementary school we actually were able to live video chat with R.L Stine, everyone was thrilled especially me.

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" Alright children now be on your best behavior! Mr.Stine is a very important man. "

My teacher tells us as we all sit down waiting for the live video chat to pop up on the smart board. All of my classmates whisper to each other excitedly but I just sit there with my eyes glued to the screen. Finally he pops up and the whispers stop as everyone smiles excitedly, everyone but me.

" Hello Mr.Stine! "

My whole class yells at the same time like my teacher had taught us.

" Hello children, I don't mean to be rude but today's a very busy day for me so let's start with the questions. Remember raise your hand. "

He tells us smiling politely. He doesn't look creepy like I would expect him to look, he looks average and boring. Then again some of the greatest killers hide in plain sight.

Everyone looks beyond nervous to ask him a question but I don't understand why. He's an author not a god.

I raise my hand drawing all eyes to me.

" Yes? "

He ask pointing to me.

" Have you ever actually killed anyone? "

I ask curiously.

" I beg your pardon? "

" I've read all of your books and pretty much all of them consist of people getting killed. The killings seem pretty realistic so I was just wondering if they were based on actual events. "

" What's the word consist mean? "

I hear one of my classmates whisper to their friend who shrugs her shoulders.

" No I haven't ever killed anyone, next question. "

He changes the subject quickly but threw out the whole video chat I feel his eyes always shift nervously to me.

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I think he knew what I was capable of and I guess that's why I like him and his books so much. He can see past a little cute innocent face and see what lies beneath it and not many people can do that.