Jerry seemed like a normal guy. We met at a baseball game and became friends soon after that. He was funny and nice, but most importantly nonjudgemental. I hadn't had a friend like that for a long time, so it was extremely refreshing.
But things started to change. At first, Jerry started to take a strange interest in just about everything in my life. When did I fall asleep? What was my deepest insecurity? When was the last time I had a fight with my parents? I had told him to stop several times, but he just kept asking. When I asked him why he was so interested, he didn't say a word, instead forcing us to drop the subject. I couldn't tell why. I had only ever had one friend fall inlove with me. He certainly didn't act like this. So what was this? My mind started to become cluttered. Was this what a normal friendship should be? Why did I always feel like there was a weight on my shoulder everytime I spoke to him? Why was he like this? Was it just me attracting strange people as friends?
Then one day, I sit on my couch, watching TV. But I see something weird. A criminal on the loose, a deadly psychopath. But he looks all to familiar.
Suddenly, I hear banging on my door. I sit up and hesitantly open it.
He barged inside, pushing me aside. "What the hell are you doing?" I shouted. But he had something with him. "You-you have-"
"I thought we could be friends, Jasmine. I thought you could trust me." I stutter, taking steps back as he corners me. I start screaming for help, but then he cuffs my mouth. "I'll have to kill you." As my neck is choked, I barely manage to have my arms flail. But then, I grab his weapon and shoot it at him. A bang hisses in the air, and then blood pours between my shoes. He was dead for sure.
I collapse, thinking about what I had just done. I thought it would be the same. I thought this was just another person. Just another friend. But it was different.
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