Through the Eyes of a Serial Killer

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~⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ mention and description of murder~

Frank Iero was a pretty strange man. He never really had any friends, mainly because he scared all of them off with how he thought.
But he did have one person that saw him for more than a psycho, she saw the good in his sick and twisted mind.

But he ruined that, all because she's dead now. He didn't even know what overcame his mind, but the next thing he knew he was repeatedly stabbing her in the chest.

Part of him hated himself because she was the only one who saw that good in him, but yet again, the rush he got from it was amazing.

He grinned at the gruesome scene in front of him, he decided to add a smile to her face, he dug the knife into her pale cheek and sliced her cheek upwards, and did it on the other side. It created a long, bloody, and jagged smile on her face.

Then the regret hit him, like a stab in the heart, she was his only love, and he murdered her. He dropped the knife. "God, Jamia..I'm so sorry." He stared at his blood stained hands, he had an urge to run, run away and never look back. But he knew he'd get caught if he left now. He frantically looked around her small apartment, he ended up finding something to clean the knife with, he also cleaned other things he had touched, he decided to leave the body, he cleaned as much as he could, he made sure any traces of himself ever being there physically were gone. At about twelve that night he left with a bag of things he made sure not to leave behind.

He drove, he drove far away, he drove as far as he could. He ended up in Albany, New York. He made sure to spread all of the things he brought in the bag out far away from the scene but still in the state of New Jersey. He was going to stay in New York just till he felt as if he could return.

~well I hope you guys liked this chapter, I had a little trouble writing it at first because I didn't know what to say, till next time -Bee🐝✨~