Tick tock

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            I couldn't really focus.
I mean, how could I...
I went too far with Jamie, fucked everything up...
now she doesn't even come out of her room until I'm out to kill.

I'm a monster... a selfish, dirty, bitchy monster.
And I've only become more of one ever since I met... her.

Why... why do I even like her?!

What's so special about her?!
Out of all the girls in this damned universe... why does it have to be her.

Why does she have to be so difficult.
This... this should be easy... but it isn't.
It isn't easy at all.

She's so... so messed up in every way yet so... so perfect.

Dammit, I should've killed her by now but every time I see her hurt... it hurts me.
Yet I just want to just dig a knife down into her heart and then carve it out and keep it in a jar.

I don't really know what to do... I don't like emotions!

Why do I have emotions.

I don't want emotions... yet here I am...
my heart literally crushing under
the influence of a simple, broken woman.

Thinking of this, I shove the dagger in my hand deeper into the teenage girl's back.
Watching her worthless squirms and hearing her strained cries for help.

Pathetic...
just like love.

I yank the dagger out and watch a pool of blood spill from the incision that I have made.
A satisfied smirk smeared upon my mouth.

I just really hate vsco girl.

Regardless, bitch deserved it.

I look through the window of her room and see the early morning golden rays of sun starting to peek out.

I better start going... I guess.

With one final kick to the chest, the girl's body becomes stiff and lifeless.

There we go.

I slither out the cottage's window and sprint back into the woods before anybody could really see me.

Even though I didn't... ugh, I don't want to go back.

Every time I do I get this weird feeling and it makes me feel bad!
I know it's probably because of Jamie and how awkward we are right now, hell, we don't even see each other anymore.

Goddammit! I don't even care about killing that much anymore... I just want Jamie to be happy!

But no... she's not... she's depressed and probably on the verge of suicide or something all because of me.

And it's not like this feeling has been there for only just the week before I kidnapped Jamie.
No, no, no...
I've stalked her for longer...

ever since she moved into her cottage, I think.

I don't even care about that ripped up giraffe anymore,
I just used it to get her attention... and it worked.

I open the door of the cabin and waltz inside, throwing my blood drenched sweater and dagger onto a nearby couch.

Just as usual, Jamie is nowhere to be seen and is probably in her bed being all 'Wednesday Adams' like.

God, this stupid, idiotic, emotional, bitch is gonna be the death of me.

A weak and hopeless sigh escapes from my lips as I make my way into Jamie's room.

I stared at her sleeping figure.

Damn, even when she's asleep she looks so depressed.

I lean down and put my lips close to her forehead.

Wait, no.

I stop and stare at the sleeping girl beneath me.

I can't do this.

I can't kiss her,
hug her,
give her affection in any way.

I have to stop getting attached to her.

Even though she really means everything to me...
I have to somehow get her out of my life.

Because I am Clockwork.
I'm a homicidal serial killer...

and I don't love anybody.

I can't let her use me and I can't get heart broken.

I can't let her in my heart.

Not anymore.

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     Sup people who are reading this. I'm sorry this chapter is short.

My mind is going crazy and shit's still happening.

The chapter that I was originally planning to write is supposed to be pretty big.

But I'm not feeling my best and decided to instead write a chapter about how Natalie feels.

I'm still going to write the chapter I was originally planning to but in the meantime I hoped you liked this one and thank you so much for the support <3

- Mirror