The Killer on the Polaroid Camera

27th July [Reality]

Everything was just... crumbling.
My beliefs
My personality
My friends
My life.
I've tried so, so hard to be the voice of reason, to be the realistic one for... nothing.

I've sacrificed everything to be where I am now, just for what. No friends, no family, just a future certificate stating how 'smart' I am. I know I'll get more friends, I know this is just one depression wave, but... why do I just have the feeling that I can't recover. That I'll never be able to recover.

It's the light of the room, sitting in a dark room can't be a good thing, I think as I flick on the light switch. I felt the light sink in to me, but I still felt numb.
Maybe it's the clothes I'm wearing, I think, as I slip into my pyjamas, feeling the cool cotton against my skin. I still felt numb.
Maybe I'm just tired. I think, but I know, that even if I go to sleep, I'll still. Feel. Numb. I turn off the lights, and slip into bed, ready to get into bed, in the vain hope of sleeping myself into a sensation, that is until I get a phone call.

I'm not sure what I'm expecting, thinking about accepting a call from an unknown number, but something just feels so right. I grab onto the emotion I felt... curiosity? Tension? No, temptation.

I pick up the phone.

"Hello Clare. It's nice to see you picked up the phone. I'm so sorry about what happened in that chat, you know, with everyone you thought were your friends turning on you, insulting you. I bet it would make anyone feel upset, worthless... empty. Well, I can't speak for you, but I know that's exactly how I'd feel, so I'm here to cut you a deal.
I may be wrong, you may be feeling happy, felicitous even, and you can call the police at any time you want, but I know we both have something the other one wants. What do you have? A brain, a sturdy set of shoulders, the kind of mind that people would find desirable in a partner. You also have the brain of knowing exactly who is calling you, exactly where I am, and exactly what I'm asking of you. But before you make any decisions, I'm here to offer you something. After all, I may have a lot of bad qualities but being unfair is not one of them. Let's just say that I have the power to make you feel things. I can make you feel more emotion than any man can, I can make you feel emotions that nobody can ever describe. I can do it for you... if you pledge yourself to me. I hate to put you on the spot, but you have two minutes"

I don't need two minutes. I don't even need one, I made up my mind. Yes, I love my friends but they've made it obvious that they don't like me. It's their fault for stabbing me in the back. It's their fault that my personality is fucked. And most of all, it's their fault that I feel empty. I'm doing something for myself, and if that means eventually killing the people I once loved, then I'll do it. I'll join forces with the killer on the Polaroid camera.