Psycho

Chapter Thirty-Two: Nightly Chase

I took the book out of the wallet and flicked through the pages. It did look like some sort of diary entries. Knowing me, I'd end up getting caught by Luke reading it, so I was just about to put it back in the bag when Officer Stephen's said, "No, no, no, Miss Rose. You've to keep the book."

"Me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in shock. "It's not mine though."

"Really?" He asked, looking equally shocked as I am, "Look on the back though."

I turned the book around, seeing a white sticker on the back of it that read;

'If found, please return to Luke Brooks or Scarlet Rose.'

With my address on it.

"That little bastard." I whispered to myself.

"Everything's ok officer, I'll take it from here now." I gave them my best smile - this diary was intriguing me. I was egar to read it. Obviously Luke will be fine with me reading this, my name and address is written on it.

"Sure thing, have a nice evening." Officer Stephen's said, smiling away.

"You too." I nodded, closing the door and walking back into my lounge, plopping down onto the couch where I was previously sitting.

I sat the plastic bag with the diary on the coffee table and just starred at it. I was terrified to open it. It was old and tattered looking. Little doodles and quotes were scribbled on the cover.

After about ten minutes of starring at the bloody thing, I grew some balls and picked it up. With the tip of my index finger, I traced over the quotes Luke had written, well, engraved. He must of used a needle or something sharp and thin.

- I'm sick of this hell I'm living, let me be free -

I let out a small gasp at the several small blood spots that covered pretty much the whole journal, it was dried in of course, I'd flip out if it was still wet. I opened to the first page and started to read.. my curiosity getting the best of me.

Entry#1.

Dear, me, or whoever is reading this. No one, I hope.

My first night in an institution. I somehow managed to sneak this baby in. I guess this is it... forever? I hope not.

There is no one I can talk to. I've got this nurse, her name is Rachel. She's pretty fucking annoying if I say so myself. Anyway, as there is no one to talk to, I guess this is the only place I can splatter my thoughts and feelings.

This is awkward.... I'll write more tomorrow. Bye.

Entry#2

Dear, fucking diary or some gay shit.

I killed her.

I fucking killed her.

That bitch was so annoying. She just kept on telling me about her family and I just couldn't give one little tiny fuck about whatever she was saying. I just sat and nodded the whole time.

But she did let me be free, I give her that.

I had this.. amazing feeling whilst I killed her family first though.

A feeling, that I wanted to keep going.

My head is pretty fucked up so I don't know if it's just me. Or them.

The way their screams echoed the house, the way my axe drove right into their helpless bodies, the way their blood splattered all over my face like some dude coming all over a random slut he found in a club or a corner of the street, I just loved it. I craved to kill.