Baby, Im a Sociopath, Sweet Serial Killer ♡Frerard♡

VI

i don't know why yall are reading this but thats rad so thanks. Here's another update.

I started walking towards church, the morning breeze hitting my face. It was nice out, the sun was shining bright and there were birds singing, but the eerie thing was that i was still in that neighborhood. It felt so abandoned, so dead. I kept walking and walking and my feet started to feel tired, the good thing was that i knew my way to church. I wasn't so far away from it, but it would take around 20 minutes to get there.

It was quite cold honestly, i rubbed my hands in an attempt of warming myself but that thing is absolutely bullshit because my hands got even colder.

There were a lot of trees around, i even saw an old man leaning against one. Not gonna lie, he looked scary as shit. I continued walking and kept turning around to see if that man was continuing to look at me, and he was. He was around 70 years old, with whitened hair and beard. His eyes were pale blue, dead.. He just looked at me and smiled creepily.

I stopped looking at him and realized i was almost at church. The familiar grey road and the bus stop i was waiting at last night for about 10 minutes after i realized i had missed the bus.

I saw leaves floating around because of the cold wind, passing by me, and landing on the muddy brown ground. I kept paying attention to the most unimportant stuff and almost tripped because i was so distracted. Almost third time tripping for the past 1 day.

Few slow seconds later i saw the familiar huge old building infront of me. The familiar gothic victorian big color stained windows, the familiar huge brown door that was opened for visitors, and of course, the huge white cross on top of the tallest point of the at least 300 year old building.

I walked towards the front door, and as i entered the wooden floor beneath me made a soft creaking sound.
I felt relieved as i smelled the sense of candles. I closed the huge door behind me because i didn't want to let the cold to come in.

Once i sat down, i closed my eyes, cleared my mind and forgot about everything in life and started praying.

I didn't realize i had fallen asleep until one of the older priests here woke me up by touching my arm. I was still very much asleep so i couldn't process what he was saying, even though i could hear his old shaky voice, worn out with the time.

I scratched the back of my head and blinked furiously. "I-im sorry, could you repeat that?" i asked in a raspy voice. I cleared my throat and looked up at the white bearded short man.
His eyes were light blue, you could look right through him. He was a wise man, he has dealt with life and its challenges and hard times. The priest was tired. Not physically, but mentally, it was quite obvious. I felt bad for him, who knows what he has been through.

"We're closing, Frank, it's time for you to leave." the soft and shaky voice spoke. But what he had said just hit me, and it hit me hard.

"C-closing?" I asked in a high pitched shocked way. "What time is it right now?"

"It is 8 o'clock, its dark outside and you might miss your bus if you don't hurry up" He answered calmly, meanwhile i was panicking.

Hell to the no, I'm not missing my bus again. Without saying a word back, i stood up and burst through the church doors out, again, into the rain. It all felt like deja vu.

I kept running and running through the dark night, through the streets with my soaked shoes.

Finally, i made it to the bus stop, hoping the bus will soon be here.

I sat on the wooden bench, under the bus stop wooden roof that did nothing to stop the rain from falling onto my head as i tried to catch my breath.

As i was rubbing my hands together, trying to create warmth, i heard rustling coming from the thin space between two blocks behind the bus stop. There were lots of trash cans, most possibly it was either a cat, a rat, or a serial killer, so basically all the basic stuff you'd find in Jersey at night.

I chose to ignore it, until i heard it again, and this time i heard two voices. I couldn't hear them properly because of the rain, but both of the voices belonged to males.

I stood up from the bench and decided to do the stupidest thing anyone could've ever done. Check who was in a shady dark street at night and when nobody else is around. Oh, and especially, in New Jersey. Could be drug addicts, could be prostitutes, could be a drunk couple, could be serial killer and his victim, and oh boy, was i right about that last one.

When i heard that blood chilling scream from the street that i just entered, i myself let out a scream, and that was probably my biggest mistake, because i saw a figure, holding a knife coming towards me quickly.

I started backing away slightly, turning around and seeing my bus speeding away from the stop. Fucking incredible.

As i was about to run, i felt a strong arm around my waist and a knife blade running softly across my neck.

"Don't be stupid and don't try and run" When i heard that familiar voice, my heart stopped for a second. The voice, that i had been hearing for a day, the voice, that haunted me all day.

No, i might be going deaf or crazy, this cant be it, this can't be fucking it.

"G-Gerard?" i whispered.

yup im leaving it on a cliffhanger, also sorry, i know its short but its 3 am and i have school in 3 and a half hours and i haven't slept do yeah.