A Killing Obsession - Prologue

Love and Pain Part 2

Prologue

It’s been about 8 months now.

And I’ve not seen or heard anything from him.

The Police never caught him, which is one thing to be grateful for. The murders have stopped since that night at work, so I suspect he’s gone. Away to a different town to start his murders anew. I got called back into the Police station once again to answer more questions but I never let on anything. They don’t even know his name. Eventually everything was dropped and as far as I’m aware they’ve stopped searching for him.

I still waited.

I Stayed awake and waited for him to come climbing through my window. Waited for him to follow me in the streets. Waited to see him again.

But nothing.

It was difficult. I was out of it for weeks, still trying to process everything. I’ll admit it, I felt a gnawing pain in my chest, right in my heart. I felt empty inside, as if a massive part of me had just been ripped away. I had to suffer two police confrontations, and my family barely spoke to me for days, and still look at me strangely. Luckily they never hated me but I know they all thought I had something to do with it, but the lack of evidence meant they could never prove anything.

My work was closed for a while after Yuna’s murder. By the time it finally opened again I was amazed to actually be working there still. I thought I’d get fired on the spot. My workmates, even Kristen, would barely say no more than two words to me unless they had to. They never said it to me, but I could tell by the way they looked and spoke to me and treated me that they blamed me for Yuna’s death. All of them. And maybe they were right.

Maybe it was my fault.

But I don’t work there anymore.

I left a couple of months ago, and I think it was the best thing to do. Hell, personally I think everyone was kind of relieved when I quit. I now work in a bar and I guess its better. What went on with the whole incident with Yuna was never made public so nobody knew about what went on, bar me, the police and everyone at work who seemed to have kept quiet about it, so I had a chance to make a fresh start with my life.

It was a difficult decision but maybe moving on with my life and having a fresh start was the best thing to do.

That’s what I thought he’d done.

Jeff.

I had to let it go, forget what went on, pretend it never happened.

It was easier said than done, but I’m still getting there.

I erased all my Jeff the Killer information and research from my computer. I stopped walking home at nights from work and never went anywhere alone. But I know it’s really in vain. It’s all pointless.

Because I know Jeff will never permanently leave my mind.

Besides…

I still have his white hoodie hidden away in my bedroom. He’s never come back for it. It’s the only evidence in the world leading to Jeff, and I have it in my possession. No one will ever get their hands on it.

Usually I leave it alone, hidden deeply under my bed.

But some nights when I wake up in the middle of the night, when I feel alone and miserable, I lean down and feel for it and feeling the soft texture under my fingers…still makes me smile…

And suddenly all the pain disappears.