You and Me

Psychopath pt. 2

As soon as the letter showed up you contacted Adam.

It was in the exact same place as the boxes had been and it was sealed with a heart sticker.

When you opened it you were surprised to see the letter was hand written and not printed off.

With just one look you knew this wasn't going to be the easiest to read, it looked like it had been written by a child.

You could easily see misspelled words, letters written wrong, slanted, and disproportionate, but you decided to try anyway, writing it out on different a piece of paper to make it easier for the police.

You ended up having to do some guesswork but you got it all written out, fixing spelling mistakes as you went along.

Despite not knowing how to spell everything and being pretty messy she clearly knew some things.

'Dear Angel,

I'm sorry I'm not very good at writing. I wish I was better but I'm not so I'm sorry about that. Anyway, I see you've gotten pretty close with that Adam boy, I don't like that Angel, not one bit. I think he likes you, and even worse... I think you like him. Why?

I bet you felt like you had me for a while there. With that girl in jail. But that wasn't me, obviously. I'm still out here.

I also don't like that you got the police involved in this.

I'm not happy with you Angel.

But I love you so it's okay.

I'll see you later, but I don't think you'll see me.

Love, Goldie ♡'

One you finished there was a knock on your door.

You jumped up, rushing over to it and throwing it open, dragging Adam in and sitting him on the couch in front of the two papers.

He looked at you confused and then read your re-write of the letter.

"Wait, she's..." he trailed off and looked at you.

"She's still here," as the thought seemed to finally process, and realization hit you felt the blood dtain from your face, "and she's not happy," you barely managed to get out.

(Time skip)

Adam and another cop, Charlie, had been placed at your door but that didn't make you feel any safer.

The only good thing that came from that letter was the girl who they had locked up was released.

(That night)
(Different POV)

As I suspected the cops had shown up again, but I was prepared.

(Original POV)

You were sitting on your couch, wrapped in a blanket, trying to calm down even a little, but it wasn't happening. You're mind wasn't having it.

Suddenly there was a yell, then two dull thumps, and a small giggle.

You shot up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and opening a window just as a different window shattered and in crawled another figure.

You only saw out of the corner of your eye because you were to busy trying to avoid the cliche 'stop and stare at the bad thing until it catches you' by jumping out the window and running.

Unfortunatly for you I had a gun.

(I figured that was a good stopping point)
(This might end up being 4 parts or longer idk, guess I'll decide later if I wanna write more than 3 XD)