I KISSED THEUR SCARS |Jeff The Killer x (Y/N)

I'm done..

(A/N) uhhh tw like yk self hurties an aboose

I was sitijg in my rum eating hot cheeto fries, my TV was on the news, I was watching the latest murder jn Ohio, is was my beloved Jeffykins! He had recently killed a bitchw ho used to bully me acrossed the street, one more less prep to deal with now thanks to Jeffyweffy! I was wearing a purple hoodie 💜 and some shorts to show off my sexy anime girl thighs, asvthey say thick thighs save lives! Lmao my (h/l) wuz in a messy bun/just chillin. My face had makeup on it, like black eyeliners and mascara. In the background other than the TV was The Cure playing their album Disintegration I was singing along softly, like an ajgel. Everyone says i sing so well but i donr believe them I can tell their lieing 😔😔 </333. I was getting sad and deppressdd so I did wut I do best. I grabbed my box Cutter and roleld up my skeeves and slit my wrostz, there was so many scars 😢 it had been like this for yeadz, I started crying my tear rolling down my soft cheeks onto my cuts, stinging tf out of dem bc logic. I winced in pain 💔😢😞😔😪😩 I started crying ever more, my eyeliner and mascara running down my face making me look adgy and cute asf. I went into the bathroom that was in my room and looked in the mirror my dark circles looking even darker bc of my makeup running down my face. I felt so borken. I reapplied my black eyeliner and mascara and added a little bit of blush I looked so ugrly. I will never be as pretty or successful or hawt as the other gurls or Boys Or ppl. I was too into the moment to realize someone was looking at me through my window.

??? Pov

They were beautiful. They were obsessed with me. I liked that. They would be perfect, someone who was brocken enough for me, we would understand ezchothrr. I had to get their attention but only, their attention anyone welse knowing would cause trouble. I moved away from their window b4 they noticed me. I walked away and contemplated how I would get their attention. I would kill someone who had wronged them so they would watch it on the news come and swing by and build out relationship from there and see if they're trust worthy..

Back to (Y/N)'s pov

I was so invested in the moment, I looked up and saw a little glare of something and it disappeared as quickly as it came, I turned around and ran towards my window just to see a figure walk pasta fence I groaned. I hope it wasn't the fuckin Justin Bieber wannabe that liked me for some reason at school. I didn't know why but one of the reasons he explained in the love letter he gave me wuz dat I was beautiful and had a gr8 peesonalirty, if only he knew wut really went on behind closed doors... I pulled down my sleeves and turned off my music and continued watching the news, my writs burning as I watched in anticipation of wut he had done. A lot people thought it was weird that I wanted to know so much about Jeffrey Allen Woods, but I didn't have a crush on him or anything! I just like... examining people. I sighed, my thoughts and emotions are too much for me to hand sometimes.... The news showed a picture of what Jeff looks like, he looked so.. Alluring, I don't know how to describe it but he gave me a felling of freedom like, if I did what he did, I would finally be free, I think I forgot to mention that my father. He is.... Unpredictable, like the Joker, Like serial killers... Like Jeff... He was a drunk basterd who worked all day, came home an downed his favorite drink SmirkOn, Jerk David  and Covid (ifykyk pls I can't get sued dammit) and would pass out on the couch watching a boxing show. It was sad, yeah home was good, we had food, water, power, and other stuff like that. It was just my father who I didn't like. Sometimes after a hard day at work he would come and beat on me or my mom, she had left but couldn't take me bc of her drug usage which she later died from, did I have siblings? No. Did I have Aunt's and Uncles? Yes which I would go to but they look down on me bc they see me as a weak person who can't speak up for themselves, and they don't want another parasite to take care of so I haven't bothered reaching out. The only person I seem to have is Jerefey Wodds..

I flinched. I heard my dad come home, he sounded angry, not by voice but by footsteps, and I looked at the TV at JJeffey, his face being a cut up bruned galore.. This was it.. I think I'd finally had enough. Today was it. My father headed towards my room, his footsteps heavy, uneven, and angry. I quickly moved to my dresser and opened my undergarments drawer. I shifted a couple of things and finally found it.
Mi knife.
It was a prettu large pocket knife and it had little butterfiles on the hanfle. I laughed a little sadisticalyy and turned around a soon as my farger ofopend the door. I opened the knife and charged at my father.

Tonight was it...