Psychotic Love
Daydreaming
"Stupid fuckers." I grumble as my boots crunch against the loose gravel of the path that snaked through the graveyard.
The night is cold but I have my thick leather jacket so I was fine.
I was just trying to sign up for a job but they had turned me down due to my drinking record.
I normally feel better when I walk through the graveyard but not tonight, I suppose.
Feeling stressed and angry enough to shank someone I plopped down on a hill overlooking the many winding graves, almost feeling the silvery moon wash over me.
I sat there for a few moments before noticing someone else sitting next to me.
I don't even turn and look at them. "Maybe if you ignore them they'll go away," I thought and ruefully look down at my mud splattered boots.
"Wanna drink?" A gruff voice asks and a hand offers me a half full vodka bottle.
I couldn't resist it and I took it, muttering a reluctant, "Thanks."
"No need," The voice answers. "You look pissed enough to kill."
I took a swig, wiped my mouth, than handed it back. "I am, and with how I'm feeling, I'd do it." I told him, glaring down at my boots.
"If you do, I'd love to join you." The voice sounds almost happy. "I've had my eye on you... you don't seem to take shit from anyone."
I smiled. It was creepy that they knew me, but at least he hadn't gotten my attitude wrong. "Yeah." I agreed.
"How would you feel if I asked you out for a drink?" The person asks and I finally turned to look at him.
The face I saw instantly had rung bells in my head.
A face like that could only belong to the infamous Jeff the Killer, the man that was more wanted dead right now than the president.
I didn't really care right now, who the hell cares if he killed people? They were most likely just asking for it.
"I don't think so, it might not be so good for you to walk into a public place." I said, smiling ruefully.
He laughed, sounding insane for a moment.
"Why'd you ask?" I questioned, knowing I wasn't the most attractive person on the planet.
"I don't know." He looked directly at me, than smiled. "I was just looking for someone I could take away with me and fuck for free for the rest of my life."
Surprised, I smiled at him and laughed. "And you would choose me?"
"Why not?" He scooted a little closer to me. "I've had my eye on you for a while and I thought I would give it a try."
Suddenly, I felt like grabbing him and kissing him. I just felt so comfortable talking to him and anyways, he didn't seem all that bad.
"What if I was to agree?" I smiled at him shyly.
Suddenly, I was laying flat on your back with him on top of me.
He smiled instantly down at me and said, "Than I would say, Fuck yeah, You're mine."
"And if I was to say no?" I asked as he begins to tug at my pants.
"Than I would say." He paused and kissed me on the lips.
I moaned at the light touch.
"Too late." He smiles than lowers his lips to mine.
The night is cold but I have my thick leather jacket so I was fine.
I was just trying to sign up for a job but they had turned me down due to my drinking record.
I normally feel better when I walk through the graveyard but not tonight, I suppose.
Feeling stressed and angry enough to shank someone I plopped down on a hill overlooking the many winding graves, almost feeling the silvery moon wash over me.
I sat there for a few moments before noticing someone else sitting next to me.
I don't even turn and look at them. "Maybe if you ignore them they'll go away," I thought and ruefully look down at my mud splattered boots.
"Wanna drink?" A gruff voice asks and a hand offers me a half full vodka bottle.
I couldn't resist it and I took it, muttering a reluctant, "Thanks."
"No need," The voice answers. "You look pissed enough to kill."
I took a swig, wiped my mouth, than handed it back. "I am, and with how I'm feeling, I'd do it." I told him, glaring down at my boots.
"If you do, I'd love to join you." The voice sounds almost happy. "I've had my eye on you... you don't seem to take shit from anyone."
I smiled. It was creepy that they knew me, but at least he hadn't gotten my attitude wrong. "Yeah." I agreed.
"How would you feel if I asked you out for a drink?" The person asks and I finally turned to look at him.
The face I saw instantly had rung bells in my head.
A face like that could only belong to the infamous Jeff the Killer, the man that was more wanted dead right now than the president.
I didn't really care right now, who the hell cares if he killed people? They were most likely just asking for it.
"I don't think so, it might not be so good for you to walk into a public place." I said, smiling ruefully.
He laughed, sounding insane for a moment.
"Why'd you ask?" I questioned, knowing I wasn't the most attractive person on the planet.
"I don't know." He looked directly at me, than smiled. "I was just looking for someone I could take away with me and fuck for free for the rest of my life."
Surprised, I smiled at him and laughed. "And you would choose me?"
"Why not?" He scooted a little closer to me. "I've had my eye on you for a while and I thought I would give it a try."
Suddenly, I felt like grabbing him and kissing him. I just felt so comfortable talking to him and anyways, he didn't seem all that bad.
"What if I was to agree?" I smiled at him shyly.
Suddenly, I was laying flat on your back with him on top of me.
He smiled instantly down at me and said, "Than I would say, Fuck yeah, You're mine."
"And if I was to say no?" I asked as he begins to tug at my pants.
"Than I would say." He paused and kissed me on the lips.
I moaned at the light touch.
"Too late." He smiles than lowers his lips to mine.