You Shouldn't Have Come Here

by Jeneva Rose

We all had scars and each one had a story.

I had come here for one thing and one thing only: to find the peace and satisfaction my everyday life failed to provide. That’s really why anyone packs up a suitcase and travels to a place they’ve never been. They’re searching for something they can’t find in their own world.

Guilt will do that, rot you from the inside out.

It’s ironic how the ones you care for most are the ones that are most easily able to crawl inside you and do damage.

They say love makes you blind. This wasn’t love though. This was lust, and it makes you downright stupid.

I knew something wasn’t right with Calvin, and maybe that’s why I was captivated by him. Broken people were drawn to broken people.

“What about you? Biggest regret?” “I don’t have any,” she said. “Bullshit.” “No, it’s true, I don’t have any. If it was good, I enjoyed it. If it was bad, I learned from it. I can’t go around regretting the things I’ve done that made me me.”

They say the truth will set you free but they never tell you it’ll enrage you first.

Time healed all wounds and those it didn’t scabbed over nicely enough.

Some people kill because they enjoy it. And I know that’s frustrating to hear. There is no why. There’s no rhyme or reason. I just enjoy it. Call it a hobby if you will. You like to read. I like to watch the life drain from a person. To see the light behind their eyes flicker out. To watch their face go lax. To watch the future they had envisioned for themselves disappear. Like a magic trick. Poof, it’s all gone. Call me a magician, why don’t you? Serial killer has a nice ring to it.

WOWWWWWW!