Laughing Jack, My Sweet Clown

How Innocent Are You Really?

                                                                ***Jack's P.O.V***

              She was as delicate as a fragile flower. Quite amusing actually, how her eyes filled with fear when she realized who I was, She backed away from me and told me a killer can't love a normal person. That slightly angered me and I could tell she knew too, because she instantly regreted yelling it. "I'm sorry, but it's true." She whispered. Her pale blue eyes were tearing up, which caused my chest to ache out for her, but I don't know why. Killers don't deserve love I know, but She was a unique, different person. She was alot to me. My look softened and I hugged her and let her cry on my shoulder.                                                                                                                                                                  "Shhhh, It's okay Willow, calm down." I soothed. I knew most things about her. The bullies, the abuse, the neglegance, It made me angery when I seen that her mother threw that bottle at her, and those girls ganged up on her and beat her up a coouple years ago. I remember when I first saw her, and I actually did plan to kill her, till I realized she was reading something on her phone. I was so close to killing her, but I seen she was reading about me. Who would do that? most people read about Jeff, so this truly intrigued me. sao my only choice was to watch, listen and learn.                                                                                                                                                                                                                     That's when I realized after the fifth month or so I loved her. She took up with so much pain and sorrow that that was the main respect for her, but she was absoultely beautiful. To her eyes to the way she dressed. I didn't just love her, I wanted her. NEED her. She was an addiction I couldn't grip myself over.                                                                                                                                                                          I took her to where I slept and laid her down on the couch and she instantly fell asleep. Then I noticed a bloodstain or two on her shirt. It looked fresh, but where did she get it from? It wasn't her because she didn't have any open wounds. I grinned manically at her, while she slept. She wasn't as innocent as she says. I went out and looked around, until I seen police round this house. ' Perfect' I thought manically.                                                                                                                                                I crawled threw the back window and looked around, in the process killing all the cops inside. I went around and seen the whole family massacured, mutilated and dead. I breathed in the scent of it all. The decay, the blood, the... Perfume? It was oddly familiar, like Willow's. I went into where it was strongest, and It was one of the girls that beat her up. She had light brown hair, Navy eyes and freckles across her face.                                                                                                                                          She was a cheerleader because all the trophies and medals she had, and she seemed like the one to be a little wealthy. I laughed deviously at this. Willow said a killer can't love someone normal, yet she wasn't.  The way this girl was killed wasn't anyone from the creepypasta house, because this pattern wasn't familiar. She had roses petals around her corpse, and she was holding a rose tightly in her hand. Her stomach was easily seen and had petals coming out of her stomach. Her intestines kept her tied down, and her eyes were bleeding, as if she was crying blood.                                                                                                                                                                                  Something caught my eye on the mirror, so I looked around to see a message, also written in this girl's blood.

" You used to torture me, miss Melissa.

Oh how sadly true, day in and day out, I was beat.

But what you didn't realized that one day I'd snap, 

And the last beating you fell into my trap.

Now roses petals cover you in your sleep,

and your life now suddenly away it seeps.

You didn't expect to breathe your last breath that always won't stay.

You didn't expect a tradegy before your big game,

but Your game is awlays the same, beat, beat BEAT!!!

So now it's my turn, Lull yourself to rock-a-bye, 

because you'll never again...

OPEN YOUR EYES"

                        I laughed hysterically, leaving 'Melissa' at rest. Willow wasn't as innocent as she seemed... So how innocent is she truly? Only one way to find out.

HAHAHA YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT DID YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAAAA!!! Hope you liked it guys, because that was really hard to think up. I hope I didn't steal anyone's murder idea for if they're are making up their owm creepypastas, if I did let me know. I LOOOVE YOOOU GUYYYYS!!!