PSYCHOTIC. (A Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

{5} - The Terms and Conditions of Dating a Killer

Let's get something straight here. I am NOT interested in relationships that involve kissing, hugging, and occasional hand holding. It's all a lie. The whole idea of partaking in such activities is disgusting, but above all pathetic. People need others to make them feel important. It's all for their own, and its selfish. If humans weren't so consumed in their own well being, they'd all walk alone, like me. I've never loved anyone as much as society made me think I did. You see, if there was no one to judge, you'd kiss whomever you wanted, or lay in bed with random strangers. The whole "bond" or "pack" that people make with others is just for show. No one wants to be deemed a slut or a whore, or a user but the truth is that if there were no standerds it wouldn't matter and we would all do "lovey-dovey" stuff with anyone.

To say that you "love" someone just means you love the fact they are around you, and that you are not alone. The sick attachment we have on others is something dreadful, false, and painfully annoying. I myself cannot feel these attachments, which is why I have no problem killing whoever I damn well please. That look in a mortals eyes as you tower over their weak and brusied body is a pleasing moment. Why you may ask? Because they realize in that moment, just how stupid they were to think that love could save anyone, and fix anything. It's this realization that puts them at peace. And once they are at peace, I raise my knife, and bring them eternal clearity...

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It has been a few days since the night where I deemed Camry my "girlfriend." It means nothing to me really, but it means everything at the same time. Whatever you're thinking, clear your mind because I do not mean that in a happy way. I mean it in a demented twisted way. Get that straight.

I got a strange feeling in my chest, as if someone's presence was nearing. I could feel it, but I wasn't sure if it was actually a presence or just my body quivering at the hunger and tiredness it was feeling. My feet grew fatiguied from walking for so long, but with my mental capability I could quickly trick my nerves and muscles into thinking that everything was fine, and I elemenated the tired feeling. It's a technique I've learned to perfect ever since I was a young boy. I've learned to do a lot of things in my lifetime that not everyone can do.

Can I tell you a secret?

Of course I can't. You wouldn't understand the severity of it, even if I did tell you. It's something even I have yet to fully understand. There are a lot of things about me that I don't understand...

"Jeff."

Dammit, I knew someone was following me.

"What do you want mom?" I chucked as I continued walking. He continued to follow me, catching up rather quickly and standing beside me. I looked over at him and although he was wearing his mask I could tell he was smiling. I could always tell when he was smiling.

"You are okay?"

"Of course I am. When am I not?"

"There are times when you are not." He placed his hand on my shoulder, yearning me to stop. I did.

I sighed heavily, "I know."

"Are you well?" He starred at me from behind his mask. I could hear the concern in his voice. Always like Jack to check up on me. To see if I was okay.

"I'm fine, I swear. Are you okay?"

"Yes. I will always let you know if I am not." It was as if he was going to continue speaking to me, but he didn't. Jack was always a complicated person. But I didn't mind that. I smiled at him, then continued to walk down further into the forest that I was coarsing through. I knew he was still stnading there, watching me. It was as he was the future, always seeing my next move before I knew what it was even going to be. I also knew that if I slipped up again, like last time, he would be there to catch me. He would also be there to end me if nessesary.