Love Me (Yandere! Jeff the killer)

Chapter 5

-Rose-

I sat awake, late at night. I sighed to myself, looking down at my computer. I wondered if I should enroll for college. I'm sure it's what my family would have wanted.

I know my mom would have at least wanted me to follow my dreams. The rest, I don't know.

I reclined on my bed. A rich person at such a young age... Just like that Forensic Files episode about the kid who shot his girlfriend. He was in a car accident and lost his little brother, making him an instant millionaire.

Something similar happened to me. Two years ago, driving home during the winter, my family was in a car wreck... The icy roads made us spin out and drive down an embankment, eventually crashing into a tree.

My sister, my mother, and my father, were all dead. I don't know how I survived.

My parents had insurance settlements on themselves that were fairly high. They had some on my sister and I as well. After an investigation, in that the city hadn't kept up on icing the roads, I was granted an additional million dollar settlement, on top of 2.5 million from the accidental death coverings.

I really didn't care about the money. I invested it in a savings account, and used it when I needed to buy things.

I was just 17 at the time of the crash, and 19 by the time the lawsuit was over. I became an almost instant celebrity in my town. So many people who showed no interest in me before or people who ignored me suddenly greeted me on the streets or in random public places. I was only polite because that's how I was raised.

I vowed myself off of love. Anyone who tried to steal my heart always seemed to be after the money. How convenient that they always seemed to have some cost they wanted me to cover. It was too painful when you're a "celebrity" and people just try to use you for their own gain. I could never understand it before, and I can't understand it now. Why hurt someone, tear them down, just to hold yourself higher? Why tear out someone's heart just to earn some money?

I sighed to myself, closing my laptop. I really didn't want to go to college, despite how much I had discussed it with my family. I had made plans to enroll before the end of my senior year in high school, but was too bereaved to even think about it when it came time for enrolment.

My grandparents tried to convince me to give the money to them, or put it away and live with them. Even my own family becoming blindsided by the settlement. Calling me selfish for refusing to give them a cut. Not directly, but bringing it up enough for me to know how they felt. I drifted away from them, and now I'm mostly isolated from my family.

The friends I had before the crash, my genuine friends, stayed with me. I didn't tell them about the money until they learned about it on the news due to the settlement case. I was grateful they stayed by my side. That is, until... Until they started disappearing and being murdered.

I got up to make some coffee for myself. I don't want to sleep. My nightmares have been getting worse. The car crash recreating itself in my head over and over again.

And now, the images of the people I care about being gutted alive by a man in a white hood haunted me. I shuddered as I padded down the hallway.

I could only imagine the reason he didn't approach me was because he was looking for a way to get my money from me too. Not to sound stingy, but it's all anyone wants. With the exception of my closest friends, I just expect to have attempts made for my inheritance now.

I set up a coffee pot to brew, standing at the counter, wondering if I should eat something too. It was currently 2:00 AM. I wondered if I should even be making coffee, or if I should sleep.

I wandered back down the hall. No, I won't. I'm tired of the nightmares.

I sat down at my computer, logging back on, and opened Facebook. As soon as I opened it, I saw my name on an article. It was from a local news site I followed.

"Rose Chats: Local millionaire still lives like a person of the people." The title read. The subtext went on to say; "Local individuals testify they see her driving a regular car, or taking the bus, at art stores or coffee shops. Is it what her family would have wanted?"

"What about what I want?" I sighed to myself.

I shook my head. They're all smiles and sweet talk. Shyness and kindness. That is until they think my back is turned. Until they think I can't hear them.

I scrolled down, seeing comments from random people.

"Why wouldn't she at least get a limo? Or a fancier hobby, I don't see her work anywhere?"

"Why not donate her money and get a job?"

"Isn't there a law against allowing people to sue the government like that?"

I sighed again. I scrolled for a few minutes, ignoring anything about myself. I don't like fancy things. I don't want to get job, and I resisted going back to that comment to write a snarky reply of "Meet me and look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't retire if the same thing happened to you." I also resisted commenting at that person that I didn't sue the government, I was compensated for their gross neglect. Hell, it could have been anyone or anyone's family. But it was mine.

I scrolled some more, waiting for my coffee to beep at me. I mostly followed art pages, and the slowly falling silent pages of my friends. I felt sad. I felt lonely.

If that man had killed them... I don't know what to do.

Maybe I was messed up for allowing this to happen for so long. Maybe I should have gone to police when I realized what he was doing.

I heard the coffee maker beep at me. I got up and began making my way back to the kitchen. I walked in, seeing some things still laying out. Things I'd never cleaned up.

I hadn't the heart to really clean anything up since my family passed away. A lot of their things still sat out. I donated some of their clothes to charity, some of the furniture. I had waited a month out of respect before I could bring myself to set foot in their bedroom.

My sister's toys and clothes also went to charity. Those were the hardest. She was almost ten years younger than me.

I poured coffee for myself, going to the fridge for cream. I felt depressed, thinking over my family. Thinking about the alienation from my own small town I faced. I poured the cream into the dark coffee, watching as it swirled.

I leant down and blew on the coffee. It was still too hot for boiling coffee, despite fall setting in. I sighed, not wanting to touch the already hot mug.

I sipped at the hot drink. It burned my tongue. I walked out and went back to my room, waiting for it to cool off.