Edited by: a very lovely @jgfairytales
Can you love a serial killer?
No?
Why not?
How would you know they were a serial killer?
It could be your neighbor.
It could be your friend.
It could be your lover.
Do you actually know the people around you?
T...
"I send you half the kidne I took from one women. prasarved it for you totherpirce. I fried and ate it was very nise I may send you the bloody knif that took it out if you only wate a whil longer."-Letter from Jack the Ripper to MishterLusk. (This is not a typo. This is exactly how it was written.)
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January 20th, 2014
Newark, New Jersey
On a cold Monday morning, I found myself walking to the hotel where the conference I was supposed to attend was being held.
I was in a rush. In fact, it seemed everyone was in a rush that day. It proved difficult getting a cab.
"Gosh, I can't wait to get back to New York," I groaned.
Don't get me wrong, although New York was more bustling than Newark, I was used to the life and I knew how to manage myself.
Volunteering to attend that conference was a terrible mistake. Some alone time was what I needed to get myself together. I assumed that I would be able to find that missing part of me there.
Lost in my thoughts, I wasn't paying attention to where I was heading until I bumped into someone.
"Sorry," I said over my shoulder with no conviction.
"Watch where you are going, kid," the person I must have bumped into grumbled.
Rolling my eyes, I continued walking. I was already in my mid-20s, but people still thought it was okay calling me a kid.
A beaming reflection of light rays dragged my attention in the opposite direction as I was about to turn onto Clinton Avenue. What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. Across the street was the missing piece of my heart.
