Blood Won't Stain This Floor.

Prologue

A/N. Some of you may get uncomfortable during where she describes what the Jersey Killer does, so be warned.

Also, this is going to most likely be, my first, and last, author note for this book. Although at the beginning of some chapters I'll put a warning up if there's a chance of the scene making people uncomfortable. :). Tell me what you think!

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Before I tell my story, I suppose I should tell you my name? 

My name is Jamie LaChiavetta, and if you can't pronounce my surname, it's probably because you're not in any way Italian or you're just not trying hard enough. It's pronounced La-Chee-A-Vay-Ta. Come on. Try it with me, I know you want to, La-Chee-A-Vay-Ta.. LaChiavetta.

Anyway, I'm eighteen years old with bright red hair that falls in waves down to my elbows, dark hazel eyes that shine with flecks of gold and green, pale skin that tans really easily (I hate that part) and a thin frame.

I guess I'm pretty normal, nothing interesting ever happens in New Jersey. I guess that's what i get for moving away from Italy, my descendants were Romany Gypsies you know, they had such interesting lives!

Well.. On the basis of nothing happening in New Jersey.. That's a lie. There's someone murdered at least once a month, maybe more. The police have even started to give up and not care, although they shouldn't. Especially with the 'Jersey Killer' going around. One of the girls in my school has already been murdered, the lucky thing is, I'm moving away in a few days. So I'll be safe. I'm moving back to Italy.

He rips their throats out you know.. The 'Jersey Killer'. It's said that he meets them on nights out in clubs, they're all female, and he must obviously seduce them.. Before raping and murdering them.. But he doesn't just stab them and let them die a fast and merciful death.. Oh no..

On the bodies, from what I've heard, they are multiple wounds found all over the body, two holes either side of eachother, repeated again and again.. Bigger than a pinprick, maybe about the circumference of a pen..

And then.. He drags a knife across their body.. I've seen pictures.. Just blood red, jagged lines, across the deceased's torso, legs, stomach and face.. I personally think it looks like scratches from a very deep nail.. Or a razor.. But the police say it to be a butcher's knife..

But it doesn't end there. It's close to the end now though.. A couple of days ago, the TV channels, signals and stations were all hacked, and from that a video was broadcasted.. It showed the girl from my school, and another part of the torture she had undergone..

He straps his victims to a chair in their underwear, and makes them watch pictures and clips of all his other murders.. Relentless.. Relentless and never-ending.. The girl may have been a bitch to me.. But nobody deserves this.. Not even her, the girl who sent me to hospital for a month after attacking me in the school hallways.. The girl who got her boyfriend to shove me into lockers and steal my money, the girl who copied my test answers and homework, the girl who turned my friends against me.

She didn't deserve it.

He said he was going to carry on killing.. Until he found a certain girl, or 'quenched his thirst' as he puts it, nobody understands what he means by that though.. 

But like I said, she was still alive during the clips.. He finishes them off in the most grusome way possible.. He rips their throat completely out.. He makes his victims suffer and kills them in a bloodthirsty way. Nobody deserves to die like this.

Not one single soul. Except for the killer himself.

But as long as I'm not the victim or a witness to these murders, I'll be okay for my last few days here.

Right?..

It's not as if karma is going to show up because I jinxxed it and make me die. That's way too predictable..

Right..?