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7. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦

" 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲."

*something sexual is mentioned in this chapter*

                           ☢︎︎ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ☢︎︎

I couldn't help but wonder what Jasmine was doing all night. Was she thinking of me? I was thinking of her.

I woke up to an empty house, as always. An 'event' occurred here years ago. My father was never the best dad in the world. But he was there for me and he taught me everything I know.

He would take me hunting and teach me how to stalk our "prey". My parents were divorced, my mother moving across the country to New York.

We were left all on our own. No one to tell me that what I was being taught, was wrong.

I did not know my dad had mental issues, he was just my best friend. Until the day he went insane.

I was only 13. I came home from school excited to tell my dad I made the track team. But when I arrived home I heard yelling.

"Is my dad arguing with someone?" I opened the door seeing my dad covered in blood with a woman, who lay still, at his feet. I screamed, my dad's head snapped toward my direction rushing to me and covering my mouth with his blood soaked hand.

He told me he would explain later and sent me to my room, locking me in from the outside. I waited and waited until finally he let me out and explained.

"She was my girlfriend, Cameron. But she couldn't be a good girl."

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"Well I watched her..."

He was never the same after that. One day we were driving home and he said goodbye. We were stuck in traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge.

"What?" I laughed nervously watching him open his door and hopping over the safety railing and jumping off of the bridge.

"Dad no!" I yelled. But it was much too late. People screamed as they watched my dad plunge to his death.

And just like that I was alone. It had been three years after that incident, I was only 16 when he killed himself.

And since then my neighbors have checked on me. Vouching for me when the Department of family services came to ask about my living situation.

And here I am, another day in the life of a psycho's son...

Sometimes I'm not aware of what I'm doing.

But it all goes away at some point. I get ready for the day and head out my house. I don't like staying here long, I feel like I'm being threatened or watched. Probably it's the creepy feeling because someone got killed here.

I walked out and stood looking at the blue sky. The sun looked white with all the light coming from it and the cloud didn't look dark or grey. They looked very soft and fluffy, a very bright white color.