I was standing there by your grave, sobbing weeping whaling, with our son by my side crying, and your parents by my side as well as my dad. I sobbed as I pounded the ground in sadness and rage, why did you have to go? I kept asking myself, I failed to protect you..........
I drove me and our son back home, as soon as I did I called my friend to baby sit our son. I drove to the bar and started to drink the pain away, I'm sorry my love but life has been like hell ever since. I was shot I was badly wounded I was almost killed, trying to get the money to save you I risked my life for you my love.... But now your gone. Every day I feel my sanity's breaking I feel lonely, I put our son for adoption, I hate him now, I've been abusing him before putting him up for adoption.... I hate Every thing, I hate myself... I'm on drugs now just like what father did, I'm addicted to drugs. Life's been like a leaving hell, there was voices in my head saying to kill.... But I can't I can't kill.... days turn into weeks, and weeks
Years the pain still lingered I was depressed, I contemplated if I should kill myself. But the voices denied, saying just kill something. I was still traumatised, from going into war, from your death. I was stressed out, every single day I was depressed, I ten to forget easily, I get mad when people mention about you and the war, I relive the stress by reminding myself of the war and your death, it went on for a year. I went to a psychiatrist, and they said I had PTSD, they told me to take medications but I didn't care about myself anymore, so I just didn't listen. I hate myself.
I started gearing voices in my head, hey wanted me to kill people to kill living creatures, anything. It said, I ignored but it just gets even worst.
I can't take it anymore, it's driving me crazy it's dragging me into insanity and it's winning, I'm sorry my love I lost the battle to regain my sanity. I killed our dog, oh it felt good to. I killed a deer, it felt even better. I want more and more, I want blood to be spilled, I want living creatures to die, do you think I'm going crazy?. I should kill people now, I saw a man with no facial features, pale white skin in a suit, he's been stalking me he just stands there in the woods behind our house, staring at me... I felt sick heard static every time I see him.
I was in the attic, digging through old junk, I found a creepy old gas mask. I grinned I climbed down the latter then down the stairs info the kitchen, were I cleaned the mask, my grin widen. It was perfect to hide my identity from the police and people, I can live my life without having suspicion.
I killed someone today, it was your friend Emma, it felt good to finally kill a person, I buried her in the ground in the forest where I saw the creature. I then go on stalking my victims, one even made a deal with me he said "I'll let you fuck me, just let me live" but sadly I expected and killed him, I don't even care, I was now a well known serial killer. I was known as "stalker", people that survived, said I stalk them before killing them. Which is true, hehe I think I see "you" reading my story, but I'll spare you......
This is shifting to the point of view of one of the victims.
I was walking in a forest, with my sister and older brother, we were out camping, when we started feeling as if we're being watched. "H-hey Jay, do you feel like someone's watching us?" I asked my older brother, he just nodded. He turned to look but he didn't see anything, we just kept on walking till we reached our camp site. But the feeling of being watched still lingered, we set up camp "hey john, can you go get some sticks?" Jay asked, I nodded as I jogged to gather some wood, as I was picking up a branch I noticed a man with a creepy gas mask on, military jacket and green military pants and black military boots. I was creeper out "is there anything I can help you SIR?" I asked the fear in my voice, he just stood there. Then I caught a glimpse of something shiny, and metallic, I gasped turning around running. As I was running I could hear him running as well, I turned to look and saw that he was running towards me in a fast pace, he pulled out a gun and shot me in the leg. I screamed, and fell face first to the ground, a foot stepped on my back hard to keep me in place. I turned my head to look, it was the man he was aiming the gun at me, but before he got the chance to pull the trigger my brother through a rock at his face, he grabbed his face is pain. He aimed his gun at Jay and shot him right in the head, I screamed tears in my eyes, I struggled, then I heard barking, he did to. He got off me and ran, I was lucky that I was still alive but my brother wasn't that lucky.