Demon // Caleb Finn

10

We finished eating and I just looked at Caleb, waiting for him to talk. He didn't. I looked at him around two minutes, until he finally looked at me.

"I've known you since forever. You didn't even see me, you never looked at me. And when you did, in highschool, was because I talked to you. You just laughed at me. When I asked you on a date, or even when I said "hi", you always made fun of me when I talked to you. I've been madly in love with you, so you didn't give me another chance. I stopped trying and just started following you everywhere you went. Where you went and with who. I had your phone number, so I texted you to meet me somewhere, and, oh poor, poor Jenna. You fell in my little trap." He said, his voice cracking. I felt bad, was I really that bad?

Wait. "You followed me?" I frowned. Yes, I did bad, but he didn't have to follow me. He was stalking me.

"Oh, if you only knew" he laughed sadly.

"What a psychopath" I spit out without even thinking. He stopped laughing and just stared at me. Oh no, what have I done. "Caleb, I, I didn't mean to"

"Oh, my love. You know I hate it when you say those things to me" he got up, his eyes turning black. I got up too, fast, hitting the table and making it shake a bit.

"Please don't" I begged. His eyes and nose start bleeding again, making me so scared it has getting hard to breath.

"Loco, maniac" he smiled. Maybe he was talking about himself now. I backed up, trying to get out of the kitchen without losing him from sight.

"Sick, bitch, psychopath!" I yelled at him, feeling tears run down my cheeks.

He stopped smiling, tilting his head down. He had a knife in his hand, when did he get that? "So what if you think I'm crazy?" He laughed, getting closer to me. "Yes, I'm fucking crazy" and with that, he ran up to me, cutting my throat open with the knife.