Can't Go Back (Jeff the killer story)

Chapter 13

One of my biggest fears is the dark, not of the monsters lurking in it, I know there aren't any, but because of the uncertainty. Not knowing where you are, not being able to see, or know what fate awaits you. Everything sounds louder, seems closer, smells different and you become paranoid. The dark is where your imagination can be at its most creative, not when you need it to write, or to draw something pretty. No, it becomes active when fear consumes your mind, that's why I'm afraid of the dark. Of what my mind will bring forth to devour me, that's why I'm scared now.

My mind is pitch black, even my eyes can't see a thing, it's not that I'm blind, it's that I know what's there and I don't want to see it. Even though I already I have, I know who that is, laying in the middle of the room. Surrounded in a pool of their own blood, I know how they died, it wasn't a pleasant death. They died screaming, calling out to the ones they wronged, asking for forgiveness. I saved them the trouble of wasting away their lives, to be like everyone on else on this wretched planet. Their death was inevitable just like everyone else's, most people prolong it hoping to make the best of the time they have, thinking that they will wiggle their way out of the coming doom, I just sped up the process.

Her body was as cold as ice, pale as the white, now red, walls once were. Her long black hair sprawled on the floor beside her arms, each of them have been snapped like twigs, pointing out in different directions. Her torso torn apart like a chew toy with her innards slopped along her legs like a chain she cannot escape. The heart that was so valiantly protected by the ribs, is now placed in her right hand. The women's body displayed as a beautiful work of art, made by a master crafter, one who took their time to prefect it. They made her final resting position one that will never be forgotten. I love the beauty in the masterpiece, the way everything lays, but I do not like the face accompanied along the body. The face is one dear to my heart, someone closer than the rest, someone who would never fail me, never give up on me, never leave my side. She was a true friend and I hate to see her go, such a shame, no doubt she has to though. With her gone there's nothing to hold me back, nothing to keep the scale balanced, I can fight Zalgo and win. I can tear him apart as I did her, to make him suffer and scream in agony. She was a sufficient sacrifice to have the strength I needed. I rose from my huddled position on the ground and slowly walked over to the corpse, I leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering the last words that she will ever know.

"Goodbye, my sanity."