Please don't feed the children

please don't feed the children chp.10

Okay, before I start this, I’m going to say this whole chapter is in Jason’s POV. And you’ll learn a few… surprising things. ;)

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JASON’S POV

I’m dreaming.

Drifting into a coma after my drink of choice knocks me off my feet, just slipping away. Under a blanket of sweet darkness, I know.

I can hear brother’s footsteps going up and down the floor a good distance away from me. He scuffles down the stairs, down to the basement that held them. All I want to do and know to do is hurt him, hurt the girl, and hurt the boy.

Then there goes the craving again, pulsing like a million needles in my veins.

Kill.

Shut it voice, you aren’t real.

Oh but you know I am. I can feel your blood bubbling, just waiting for another victim.

No, you don’t know me at all. I don’t want this.

Yes, you do.

Shut up!

What? Even now is your father’s voice too much to handle? I thought we were over this Jason, I’m here to stay.

You are dead!

Oh but it’s the opposite Jason; I’ve never felt so alive. Even when I killed your mother I could never feel the way I am now. You remember that don’t you? When I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed until she was blue in the face, felt the life slip away from her slowly until it faded to nothing… oh if only you weren’t there to see, I should have kept your door shut but I couldn’t resist just letting you get a taste of what I was. Maybe if I could have resisted that one urge I would have had to-

Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!!!

What’s wrong little Jace? Can’t go into detail? I don’t see why not, you’ve done much worse to those girls you stab to death…

I didn’t do that!

Really Jason, you mean that isn’t blood I see on your hands right now? You mean you didn’t get any satisfaction from killing that girl? And you weren’t the one who smeared blood on that boy’s face?

I….

That’s what I thought. You can’t stop.

Of course I can-

Just like me.