PRIVATE &&. HIGHLY SELECTIVE serial killer indie oc // written by JENNA
IN THE NIGHT
you’re in love with a knife fight
and his LIPS taste like gunpowder.
his h e a r t is a battlefield demanding
attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy,
but his love is like the whole world electric
and the sun laid at your feet.
i'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you i don't give a f u c k about you anyways —— !! whoever said i gave a shit 'bout you? you never share your toys or communicate i guess i'm just a play date to you —— !!
silas’ words stabbed his heart like a deadly knife, so heart-shattering & twisted that chandler could hardly process them. what was scary was the fact the other BELIEVED what he did was right … romantic, even. & what was terrifying was that chandler understood where he was coming from. he sympathized with a PSYCHOPATH. ❛ i-i know you think it was okay … & i’m g-grateful that you care about me so much … b-but you can’t do that again, okay ? p-please don’t kill anyone again … for me. ❜
his face immediately FELL — eyebrows furrowed, practically b a f f l e d by what he was asked to do / in this case, what NOT to do. ❛ but i just … i was just tryin’ t’help, ❜ he sounded almost b r o k e n, choking over his words. the one time he tries to do something NICE always bites him back in the ass —— ❛ what if i w a n t to, though ? what’s wrong with tryin’ t’protect you ? i just don’t like seeing ‘ya hurt. it hurts me too, tons! probably more than you realise, ❜ he shook his head, gaze falling down to his feet. ❛ i really thought you were DIFFERENT, y’know. guess not, ❜
