the nightmares came back
they woke him up in the darkness
the sweat soaking the sheets
he was drowning
he couldn't think about the things he'd seen
things he'd done
was it wrong to live for those little moments when he felt alive?
he thinks about the writer
will she see the new deaths on TV?
will she cry?
women always seem to cry when it's a child that he takes
even if it's not their own
he goes to the bathroom and splashes water on his face
the moon is a bloody shadow on the floor
it illuminates the trash bags in the corner
the phone on the counter
20 missed calls: mom
if he talked to her would she hear the death still thick in his voice?
it has to be someone else
that girl
does he remember her number?
would she answer the phone?
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a writer and a serial killer ✔
RomanceA writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi
