I'm just a weird person

Jeffrey (33) 

Male / Single / ID: 1220025
Jonesboro, Arkansas, United States
Seeking: Female 25 - 29 living in Arkansas, United States
For: Penpal, Friendship, Romance / Dating, Marriage

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Education: Vocational College
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Smoke: Don't smoke
Religion: No religion
Occupation: Student

I can remember the first time I died very clearly. The first time I died, there was a note on my door; my roommate left it and the handwriting was barely legible: "I couldn't calm her down. She wouldn't stop screaming and she wouldn't respond to anything I tried. She hit me in the face with some...read more >>

I can remember the first time I died very clearly. The first time I died, there was a note on my door; my roommate left it and the handwriting was barely legible: "I couldn't calm her down. She wouldn't stop screaming and she wouldn't respond to anything I tried. She hit me in the face with something, I don't know what it was, but I know it's going to leave a scar. You begged me not to call the cops or ambulances and stuff like that if I ran into any problems so I'll come back when you get home. I may be a few minutes though because I got this meeting with a co-worker and it could turn into a night out drinking. There was no way possible to clean up all the blood. And sorry for saying this shit again but your sister's goddamn bat shit crazy today man. Call me when you get there and I’ll come to help. And I hope she’s ok. -Jersey" I put my ear to the door and listened for any sign of trouble. When I finally gathered enough nerve and walked into the apartment, hundreds of my sister’s bloody, size-6 foot prints were tracked along the floor, pacing back and forth across the living room and kitchen in every direction like some kind of gigantic nightmare dance pattern floor paper, sent exclusively to me, straight from the bowels of hell. How much blood did Jersey lose? I called her name, trying to sound casual, but failed as worry and shock rendered my voice as inaudible as a mouse squeaking from under the floor. I sounded much like a sick little girl with a sinus infection. After about 20 seconds of careful listening, I finally heard her whimpering from the bathroom. Something about the bathroom light being off made me really uneasy, so I stood in the doorway and from somewhere deep and lost under the silhouette of my form cast over her pale, ghost like body, she appeared as nothing more than two tiny pinpoints of flickering lights darting around and twitching back and forth in unison. Another little girl scream escaped from my lips and as my eyes began to adjust, my heart sank into the pit of my already dropping stomach fast enough to leave an impact crater the size of Texas. When I turned on the light, I must have gone into shock; in the tub sitting fully upright, eyes open wide and darting rapidly in all directions sat my poor, dear sister, covered in lacerations and blood from head to toe, and brandishing the sharpest knife from the kitchen. Lightning streaks of blood had dripped down the entire length of the side of the tub. For a moment, I couldn’t move at all. I was completely horror stricken. I snapped out of it somehow when she began whispering an endless string of scrambled words so fast that they all just jumbled together, and honestly, I made no attempt to understand any of it. She was sitting upright in the tub, surrounded by a volume of almost transparent bright crimson water. Then she began cutting and stabbing herself so fast and forcefully that I feared for my safety as much as hers. The water gradually began to thicken with solid redness. Spritzes of blood began to spray and land on every wall; the floor, and quite a bit even high enough to make it to the ceiling. The bathroom instantly became its own little universe with miniature stars made from droplets of blood. Some of the droplets were big enough to cascade down the wall, so I quickly made a wish upon this falling star-blood droplet. I wished it wasn’t too late as the tears escaped from the prison of my burning eyes. "Trish!" I screamed so defeated and pathetic that I could have easily been mistaken for the one slitting wrists. Gradually and very slowly I crawled across the bathroom floor, smearing a path through all her seemingly infinite feet steps. But what she said next still haunts me to this day. Moments before stabbing herself in the jugular, before I even got the chance to realize what was happening, before submerging herself into the now almost purple and under her own blood, before I screamed her name at the red bubbles rising from the surface of the her crimson tomb, before the bubbles popped and sprayed little microscopic nightmare blood confetti on the shower curtain, Her eyes stopped shaking. She cast her stare directly into my eyes. She was surprisingly lucid for once. Tears rolled out of her face and she whispered "Those aren’t my foot prints; they’re coming to get me. Please save me." Then she slit her throat and hid under the red pool. All I remember at that point is almost touching a hand to the surface of the bloody water when she emerged faster than a light bulb blowing then stabbed me repeatedly in multiple places; head, neck and upper body, before she sawed into her already ruined throat and neck. Then she was gone. Then I was gone. I accidentally butt dialed my roommate before I suffocated on my own blood. I didn’t even realize I had my phone with me. I usually left it with Trish if there was a thirty-minute or so gap between Jersey leaving for work as I’m coming home. I tried to scream for him to help me, but it came out as a babbling waterfall of blood and vomit. At our double funeral, I can hear Jersey whispering to his sister that everything is his fault. The sincerity of his tone and an endless supply of tears tell me this isn’t one of those cry for attention things. He truly feels responsible for our deaths in the exact same way I feel responsible for Trish’s death. She's here with me. We’re both still covered in blood and lacerations and I don’t know if we can speak to one another. I don’t even know if she can see me. I don’t think she can hear me. I tried to touch her, and although it seemed as though my hand was making contact, I couldn’t feel anything. So chances are that we’re both stuck in limbo for the rest of eternity. And somehow she’s still my responsibility. The detectives are here to follow up on the investigation. They know it was obviously a murder/suicide, but the coroner said there were some strange anomalies in piecing together which order of events had transpired at which point and how exactly everything happened to the millisecond. "It just doesn’t make any sense." I hear faintly in the distance, maybe outside? "There’s no way. The little girl was dead for hours before her brother came home. Something’s not adding up here."

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Gender: Male Female
Age: 33 25 - 29
Lives in: Jonesboro, Arkansas, United States Arkansas, United States
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Hair color: Blonde Any
Hair length: Medium Any
Hair type: Straight Any
Eye color: Blue Any
Eye wear: None Any
Height: 5'9" (176 cm) Any
Weight: 68 kg (150 lb) Any
Body style: Slim Any
Ethnicity: Caucasian (White) Any
Facial hair: Clean Shaven N/A
Best feature: If You're lucky I'll show you later Any
Body art: None Any
Appearance: Very attractive Any
Drink: Don't drink Any
Smoke: Don't smoke Any
Marital Status: Single Any
Have children: No Any
Number of children: N/A Any
Oldest child: N/A Any
Youngest child: N/A Any
Want (more) children: Yes Any
Have pets: No Pets Any
Occupation: Student Any
Employment status: Student Any
Income: $0 - $30,000 USD Any
Home type: Apartment / Flat Any
Living situation: Live Alone Any
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Nationality: United States Any
Education: Vocational College Any
Languages spoken: English Any
English ability: Fluent Any
Japanese ability: Some Any
Religion: No religion Any
Chinese sign: Ox Any
Star sign: Aries Any
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Entertainment: Art / Painting, Comedy Clubs, Music (Listening), Music (Playing), Movies / Cinema, Poetry
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To be able to peek inside my head and calm me down.

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