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as you can see, I like Ruelle. Expect to see a lot of songs by her.

Bad Dream by Ruelle

CHRIS

I stood there, leaning against the cold shower wall as I let the warm water wash the blood off my body. I killed yet another human being. One I was actually acquainted with. Tragic.

They weren't important, but it wasn't part of my plan. Usually I kill ones I love or hate, because I can't have any distractions. I looked down at the floor, watching as the blood flowed into the drain as I washed it out of my hair.

These were my favorite kind of showers. Like the ones you had after Halloween as a kid, you had to wash the blood off. Except I'm washing someone's real blood off my body.

I stood there for 10 more minutes just pondering on what I got myself into. I had it all figured out, and then I lost it all when Bex came into my life.

I angrily slapped my hand against the wall, cursing and hyperventilating. "No more games," I whispered. "And no more lies."

I erupted into a fit of laughter, sinking to my knees. I'm done hiding it. I fucking want her, and I'm going to fucking have my way.

I turned the shower off, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body. The room was hot and steamy, and the mirror in front of me was fogged up. I could draw a new me, but that wouldn't change anything.

I sighed, gripping each corner of the sink as I stared at the fogged reflection of me. There were still mascara running down my face, and I looked like I hadn't slept in weeks, because truly I hadn't.

I did see a difference in myself. I was losing sleep over this girl, because I was worried what the outcome of falling in love would be. I pushed myself away from the sink, walking out of the bathroom.

I picked up my phone from my night stand, seeing a message from Bex. I sighed, checking it quickly.

I'm sorry about what happened last night.

I replied quickly, not thinking about what I said.

It's not your fault. I was drunk. I'm so sorry, I just can't do this right now.

I placed my phone down, hearing a buzz. I didn't bother answering, I just walked away to my closet.

I picked out an outfit, getting dressed and brushing my long hair. I was horrified, I didn't know how to forget about her. I tried my best forgetting about last night, but I can't stop thinking about her touch.

I heard my phone buzz for a second time, but I didn't even bother looking. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about her. I sat at the edge of my bed, pondering about the events that happened earlier this morning.

Her face was slim, and she shed a tear as she looked up at my face. "How could you be capable of doing this?" She whispered. She was my neighbor, but that didn't stop me.

I pinned her harder to the forest floor, heading her cries for help as she yelled, but I knew that no one would hear her. "That's enough," I growled, stabbing the girl in her side. I chuckled as she cried out in pain, only to have me stab her about 4 times in the gut.

She was choking on her own blood by now, on the verge of dying. "Let me help you with that," I mumbled, slashing her throat from under me. Her eyes focused themselves on the sky, as she was no longer alive.

I got off of her, watching her lifeless body, there on the dirty ground. The only thing crossing my mind was her. I pressed my knife to my neck, under my ear. I prepared myself, ready to leave a scar against myself and everyone that knew me from this one slice of a knife.

I held it firmly against my skin, but ripped it away moments later. "How did I get here?" I asked the lifeless girl, as if she was going to respond. "Fuck."

The sound of my bedroom door opening snapped me out of my thoughts, and I quickly went to grab the knife from my nightstand, only to see Bex standing there. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I was just worried," she practically whispered.

"It's 1 in the morning, what are you doing here?" I asked. "I thought you weren't safe. You said you couldn't do this. What did you mean?" She replied.

"You need to understand that I was drunk that night. You were right, I regretted that. I really did, because I just can't do this," I explained. "As much as I want to, I can't."

"I fell in love with you, and now I can't stop fucking thinking about you and it's driving me crazy," I admitted. Her eyes went wide. "Then why are you doing this?" She asked.

I sighed, gripping the sheets angrily. "Because there's something you don't know about me," I whispered. She seemed hesitant to ask why, but eventually sat down on the bed next to me. "What do I not know?" She sounded worried, and she had every right to be. I'm a killer.

"I can't tell you yet," I said. "But I will." She was staring at me, fixing her gaze on me as I spoke. She nodded, understanding. Telling her is the only way to get rid of her.

"You fell in love with me?" She said, starting a new conversation. I sighed. "Yeah. I wasn't supposed to, but I did."

"There's a killer out there. Let me keep you safe," she said. Keep me safe from myself? "I—" I couldn't form words, I knew I had trapped myself.

"I'll think about it," I said, flashing a fake smile. "You can stay. You don't have to leave," I spoke. She turned around, smiling. "Okay." I was going to think about something. Something that might hurt me, but it has to be done.

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Shits gonna start hitting the fan peeps ;) and it shall hit the fan hard

Sorry about the short chapter, I'll update 7 as soon as I can :)