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 am a monster. I am the Son of Sam. I love to hunt."-David Berkowitz
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February 3rd, 2014
My head throbbed and I quivered. "I hate Mondays." I groaned and slammed the alarm clock on my bedside table. My bed was warm and it made me reluctant to stand up and prepare for work. I pulled the rumpled sheets over my head.
Ten minutes into my sleep, the alarm clock rang again from somewhere on the table. I blindly searched for it. After I found it, I turned it off. Stupid alarm clock...disturbing my sleep.
I yanked off the cold sheets, and swung both legs over the bed, placing them on the cold floor. My aching body screamed at me as I lifted it from the bed, but I ignored it and walked to the bathroom to perform my morning rituals.
With my eyes not fully opened, searching for my medicine cabinet felt like eternity. That was the only place I kept aspirin. Cold shower ended up being the cure to my sleepiness.
Papers were scattered all over my work desk. That weekend had been busy for me; a lot of my projects had their deadline approaching. I meticulously arranged the papers and put them in my file; I didn't want my designs to get squeezed.
My next destination was the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door. "Goddamn, I'm out of food again." I slammed the refrigerator door in a fit of pique making the contents shake.
At least I had coffee. With my cup of coffee in my hands, I sat down and took a sip. My eyes were closed as the heat warmed the inside of my body. I took a deep breath inhaling the smell. Hmm...the wonderful smell of fresh coffee. The combination of cinnamon, citrus and chocolate flavor was how I liked my coffee.
I had to stop and eat breakfast before heading to work. My plan was to check out the restaurant that opened of recent a few blocks away.
I checked my watch. "Dammit, if I don't leave now-I will be late for work."
