Twisted Psyche (Jeff the Killer Story)

(Rewritten) Chapter 7

Akeith:

It's been a 2 weeks since I've been forced to move, and so far its been going fine, nothing has happened.

Which is good.

I've got a roof over my head, I have a decent pay, and I can get food on the table for myself.

Simple living at its finest.

Even though I absolutely hate the way I live.

I'd love just to own some things other than clothes and food, but with all the shit that happens around me that's pretty much impossible.

Another thing I want, is to feel happy for once, to be able to actually smile and feel, other emotions other than this numbing blanket over my heart.

I used to be happy until I had my status as a human being and my twin taken from me.

Now I have nothing.

I don't even know why I bother to run from the murderer, he could easily kill me and rid me of this prison called life.

But that isn't what Akeith would have wanted of me. And everything i've worked hard for would have all been in vain. I don't and won't ever give up.

It was yet another long back breaking day of work. I stalked and staggered my way lazily up the stairs to my apartment, ignoring the new desk assistant that was staring at me approvingly.

Jokes on you chick, I'm a female.

Pulling out my key, I unlock the door and walk inside my apartment.

I was the same as the day I first got it, only I had a bed in the master bedroom, and a limited amount of foods, beverages, and clothes.

Falling back onto the chair, I flip on the TV, and switch to the News.

'The murder of 3 more young men and women all around the ages of 18 and 19, with short brown hair and green eyes as been reported today. The well known killer known as Jeff is the culprit to these evil crimes. Except it seems he's looking for something or should I say someone. There will be more after the break.'

I scoff and flip the TV off.

Great, he's probably beyond obsessed now.

Of all the fucking humans on Earth it had to be ME that catches his attention. Why couldn't I have paid more attention to my surroundings that day, maybe if i had never knocked him over, he would have never followed me to the apartment.

Fuck I have horrible luck.

I let out I long breath of air before standing. I walk over to a door way before jumping up and grabbing a bar, to which I begin doing pull ups. After an hour of pulls ups, I lightly jump back onto the ground and begin to do push ups and sit ups. It was more of a ritual now, exercise was like a walk through the park for me.

After another two hours of straight working out, I go to the kitchen and grab up a bottle of water and a random food item that did not require any sort of cooking. With those in hand I walk over to a corner with papers and sit in the floor. Setting the water and food down, I grab up a world map and look over it.

Europe or Asia?

Better yet should I just go to Canada? It would be much easier getting there than any other country.

Decisions, decisions.

I look over to a box and grab it up and open it. With in it where stacks of cash, neatly stacked and stored.

$15,000

I took the risk in going back to my old apartment to get the money.

With out it, I would be going no where.