It was my third time clicking snooze on my alarm blaring from my phone. I finally got up remembering I have to get to work earlier then usual today. Shit i’m late. I throw the blanket off of me like my life depends on it, and get up to move to the bathroom. Of course my hair is a mess. I never get bed-head much, but when I do it’s exhausting to tame. I forgot to take my hair out of the messy bun last night when I was watching a random show on netflix, and eating two servings of ramen. I brush out my light blonde hair, and put it in a braid behind me. After finished my makeup, I put on my uniform for the local restaurant I work at. I practically ran like a cheeta to the door, and stopped quickly when I look down at my doormat and see a… present? It’s in a piercing light blue box with a perfectly sized and placed white ribbon styled as a bow on the the box. What the fuck? I pick up the box and shake it, but don’t hear anything in the box, and it’s light as hell like nothing is in it. Whatever, I have to be at work in- never mind i’m already late. I sigh as I get in my car, and start the engine. I work at a local Italian restaurant that is quiet until around 6, that’s when all the families and… interesting people eat dinner. I swear one time I served two people in the Mafia. One was a dirty blonde middle aged man who looked a bit drunk, and the other had pitch black hair with piercing light blue eyes. He was much younger then the other man, and didn’t look a day older 25. I’m a colledge drop out, and am currently living on each penny I earn at 23. Ones I get home I do my normal night routine, food, shower, and then cry or drink. Today I drank.

I woke up on my couch, and realize i’m late- again. Seriously??? I don’t know why i’m always late but it’s not fair, and I just don’t get wh- Another package. This one has something in it, and I know because you can hear something when you shake the box. It very small, but it’s something. If I can just get this ribbon off… Ugh, it’s no use. Nothing will cut through it, and I can’t untie it. I’m just going to go to work, maybe they just have the wrong house… Right?

It’s been two weeks sense I started getting packages. I use to call it presents because of the packaging, but I was finally able to get one open. It wasn’t a present. Try to imagine a normal kitchen knife, but dirty with something other then food. I can’t shake the feeling of being watched now. People are disappearing on the local news, and today it went to Fox news, and is getting a article on the New Yorker too. The people going missing aren’t good people, and i’m not saying it had anything to do with the packages… But maybe. If the people gone, and the packages have to do with the same person- No, not a person. If the people gone, and the packages i’ve been getting have to do with the same… thing, then I don’t know if I should be grateful or worried.

It’s been three months. The packages are getting worse. Yesterday it was a finger, and as horrifying as that it, I haven’t called the police. I know anyone else would, but the fact is that i’m not everybody else. I may be an Idiot- Scratch that, I am an Idiot, but the people going missing are horrible people. I’m not saying that the person killing them is good because murder is obviously horrible, but out of everyone in the world the people who they picked are the most… deserving. I don’t know if they are connected, and I have no idea what this would have to do with me, but whoever has been sending me the packages and killing people wouldn’t be the worst murder…

-One month later-

He gave me a package imperson, and said it’s him…

I know the killer, but I also know the person he is. I’m not going to turn him in, and I know I should but there is something about him I can’t pull myself away from. Maybe it’s just his peircing light blue eyes.