Whoo! Making a love story on Mr. John Kramer! *It's a pleasure to be here* (o.o) Ercole, it's not polite to stare. (I know but why did you choose this guy to be in a love story?) Well, he's smart, has torturous ideas for people, makes a point towards his victims- (You find him cute, don't you?) Yes. Is that wrong? (This guy is ancient!) That makes him full of knowledge! *I've never had two girls fight like this in front of me before. I guess I should end it here since it looks like they're not going to stop.* (Wow, he is smart. He figured this out right when we started to argue) I think anyone would've gotten that same idea. (-_- #) ^ ^"
I finish up my shift at the book store before getting in my car to go home. I've been working at the book store since I was 19 or 20. I'm 24-year-old now. I like it, though. It makes me feel great being in a quiet place surrounded by many books. There's also a little coffee shop in there for anyone who wants to enjoy a nice warm cup as they read. It may not be the biggest or the best book store around but it's fine. I've always thought of working in book stores ever since I was a teenager. I even come here to buy books when I'm off of my shift. The staff are nice and we barely have any trouble out of our costumers.
As I'm coming upon my exit to get to my house, I end up stuck in a traffic jam. Not one car had moved an inch for some time and I begin to grow impatient. I get out of my car and walk up to some officers to see what was going on.
"Hey, what's going on?" I asked.
"It's none of your concern, ma'am. Just go back to your car and wait a little longer." I saw a reporter and tried to listen in on what she was saying.
"Another victim to the Jigsaw murders has been found collapsed on the streets. He is badly mutilated and paramedics are fighting to keep him alive..." I turn back to get into my car. I've been hearing about the Jigsaw murders a lot recently. But, the news always explains about this stuff the victims have done that were bad. In a way, I find it deserving of their fate if they're that bad.
Okay, I know that sounds cruel but it makes some sense to torture and kill all these people that have done horrible things. It kind of helps in the world. Maybe they'll be so scared that they'll change their ways. Then again, that's too big of a miracle.
I waited for the traffic to cease but it took about 20 minutes for that to happen. I went through my exit and soon turned into the driveway of my home. It was a normal, two story, three bedroom house. It had some trees around it and a lovely garden of flowers made up and looking healthy. They were complements from my best friend, Angel, who lived with me. We've been friends since college and are very hard to separate at times. Also living here was my boyfriend, Jack. He was a really nice guy and respected Angel like a friend or sister.
I walk through the front doors to see them watching the news.
"Hey, you two. Sorry for being late. There was this huge traffic jam right in front of the exit."
"Yeah, we just heard it on the news," says Angel.
"Apparently," begins Jack, "a victim of Jigsaw's was stumbling around and it caught some people's attention."
"I hate all this talk about Jigsaw," Angel argues, "It's like no one has anything to talk about besides him!" She gets up and goes into the kitchen.
"Hey, does anyone want any coffee?" she yells from the kitchen.
"I'm good!" I yell back.
"Maybe a small cup!" Jack yells. We hear Angel going to work on the coffee and I decide to sit down next to Jack.
"It scares me that the Jigsaw killer is always lurking around," Jack says softly.
"Yeah, he could be watching us right now from anywhere," I joked without laughing or smiling.
"I'm serious. I don't want to turn on the news and find out that you're another victim of Jigsaw's."
"I think he only harms people that have done very bad things. Maybe very unforgivable things as well." I feel Jack stir a little bit on the couch next to me.
"But still, I don't want you to get hurt whether it be Jigsaw or not. Do you understand?" I nod and he pulls me into a hug. He kisses my forehead and Angel comes in with Jack's coffee. She had also made herself a cup of coffee. She's in love with the stuff. Sometimes, I come home with some coffee for her because she loves the ones from the book store. It's more humourous than annoying, really.
The phone rings, Angel picks it up, and tells me it's my mom. I answer it and go into the kitchen.
"Mom? What's going on?"
"Nicole, can you come home to me? I'm very sick and there's no one else to take care of me."
"Oh, Mom. You know I'd do anything in the world for you. I'll get up tomorrow morning and be there by noon. Is that okay?"
"Yes. It may be a few days before I can recover."
"That doesn't matter, Mom. You know I'll take good care of you."
"Thank you, darling."
"You're welcome." I hang up and tell Angel and Jack the news. They know how dedicated I am to my mother and understand that I may be gone for awhile. I call my boss and tell her I'll be helping my mother out for awhile. She said it was fine and that she'll find someone to cover my shift. It was set then. Everything was prepared for tomorrow and I was ready to bring on the responsibilities of helping my sick mother.