she's catching a cold
and she's tired all the time
but she's still happy
something has to go wrong
and then it does
it's all crumbling
the killer is moving faster
she's afraid now
every kill is closer to her neighborhood
closer to her
closer to him
i'm afraid
she whispers in his hair
he tenses
don't be afraid of him
he wont touch you
not you
not ever
and she wants to believe that he will protector from this
faceless monster
but when the world breaks
she's still afraid
it's early monday when she heads to work
the alleyways seem menacing
and dark
she hears a voice
2 blocks from her building
help
please
she looks cautiously
and jess is splayed on the pavement
her chest cavity open to the smog
a boy is standing over her
his eyes white with fer
help me
he begs
but all she can do
is scream
you can't protect me
not from this
not from
him
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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
