Worthless...

Chapter one~

Everyday, always the same damn thing... Over and over again, screaming and the sound of colliding flesh. A vacation from this hell would be such a blessing. But I know that stuff is never going to happen.

"Hey!" I turned around, "Yeah, you." My dad motioned his half empty beer bottle at me. I looked at him, barely keeping himself balanced and coordinated. I could smell the alcohol from where I stood, about fifteen to twenty feet away from him. I waited patiently for him to yell profanities or hurl the beer bottle at me, but he never did. My dad just stood there and then walked away like he never called me, like this "conversation" never happened. I laughed to myself, "Drunks," I thought, "I'll never fully understand their behavior."

Crash. I stood up from my bed, now in a sitting position. "What in the world was-" My door burst open and there was a figure standing in the way. A silhouette I couldn't quite comprehend. I couldn't see the eyes of the unknown person, but I could somehow feel their eyes staring into my soul. A few minutes of silence was enough to have me shaking, darkness surrounding me and my thoughts. "Go to sleep..." His voice was slightly aggressive, demanding even, but, calm at the same time. "Dad...?" I couldn't tell if he was sober or not, "D-Dad..." "Go. To... sleep" I pulled the bed covers up to my face, so it was covering most of me. "D-Dad, is that y-you?" Seconds later I heard muffled breathing, "Go. To. SLEEP!" The figure started to run towards me. I let out a blood curdling scream, but soon the screams stopped. Silence was accompanying me once again. I turned to the person who reeked of blood, it was covering my mouth. I saw him, his skin was as pale as snow, a gash across both sides of his cheeks connecting to his mouth. I gasped, it was too good to be true... "J-Jeff?" His eyes looked like they could be as big as bowling balls! "You... k-know me? How do-" "You're a popular Creepy-pasta!" "A what??" I giggled, "We write stories about you guys... We love you!" My voice barely past a whisper. Now, he looked more frightened than I was a few minutes ago. "Me, a vicious killer, is loved by EVERYONE??" He sounded so psychotic. I knew he didn't want to believe a single word I was saying. "Wait until I tell the guys back home about this." "You mean," I got more excited, "Ben, E.J., Slender, and all of them exist!?" Jeff let out a husky chuckle, "So it is true, we're widely known." Jeff looked at his reflection in the mirror, "What were we called again?" Jeff didn't bother looking back at me for he was too busy looking at himself, "C-Creepy-pasta." I looked at him do his poses. Suddenly, he turned around. It scared me, I have to admit, "Who's your favorite?" I felt a hot sensation on my cheeks. Jeff's my favorite. As if reading reading my mind he chuckled once more, "Nobody can resist me..." I blushed more.
"What's your name?" "Abigail Jasmine Richardson." He smiled his bloody smile, "Well, Ms. Abigail Richardson, I would love to ask you to-" My dad came runny in with a fully loaded shotgun. "Not again...." Jeff sighed, and with that he was gone.