Captured (Jeff the Killer)

Early Vacation and I'm Alone

~Anonymous~ 

"I look inside of myself, and try to find someone else. 

Someone who is willing to die, as to watch you crying for help. 

I know that blood will be spilled, and if you won't then I will.

My grave will never be filled, it's either kill or be killed." 

I yawn and take off my mask and look over at my alarm and see that it's twelve noon. I groan and try to reach for it, when I feel arms wrap tighter around my waist. I groan inwardly and look down at the pale arms that match my torso. I look over and see a white forehead with black hair matching mine; buried deep into my shoulder. 

I yank her arms off of me and stand up and slide some boxers on. I look over at the bitch laying in my bed. I shake my head and see that she's still asleep. I smirk knowing that I made her exhausted. I grab a random towel on the floor that is cover in blood stains, and head over to the bathroom. I stare into the mirror and smile viciously before stripping again and getting in the shower. 

After washing my pits and other bodily parts, I get out of the shower; not bothering to wash my hair. That's one of the many things that my victims will remember seeing. Not that many stay alive for long. Just for the fun of it, I let one or two live so they can report me to the cops, and they can get my looks down. Then I go back and kill the pathetic creatures. 

I used to be one, but, not that I'm not; I find them absolutely disgusting. I get dressed in my signature attire, but this time; they're clean, and I head out of the room and away from the sleeping slut. "Time to go stalk my prey..." I whisper to myself before ignoring everyone and leaving the mansion. 

~Charlie~ 

I sigh and stretch. I flinch when I feel a muscle pinch in my back. That's when all my memories from last night come rushing back to me. I stand up, and notice that my legs are numb. I whine in annoyance before grabbing some black leggings, a matching tank top, and a light gray knit sweater, before heading to the bathroom to shower. I also grabbed some undergarments obviously. 

As I strip I hear my parents talking in their room. I start to listen closely, and realize that they're talking about their next vacation. I just shake my head and climb in the shower, feeling the hot water fall down my body makes me quite relaxed. 

Showers are what make me forget about the world, and all of the stress I'm under. A lot of people don't know this about me, but I appear to be very thin, but in reality, I'm actually a little chubby. I have a small amount of flab on my stomach from losing a lot of weight from when I was younger. That was when I actually went to school. A public school. I was never more humiliated. Everyone there was thin and pretty or handsome, and there I was. An obese young child looking for friends... 

Anyways, I'm over that stage, although I'm able to wear average things like crop tops, or bikinis', I just chose not to. I'm still a little uncomfortable. After my shower, I get out and dry myself off, before going downstairs to see my parents with their suitcases packed. I smile at them. 

"Charlie dear, your father and I are going out of state for about a week, your brother, when he gets out of the hospital will be joining us. He was going to stay here and watch you, but, since he got into an accident, he has to come with us to earn our trust back. Will you be okay on your own?" my mom asks. "Of course I will mother. Have fun and be safe." I say with a smile.

"Go sit in the car Nichole. I'll be out in a minute." my dad, Toby says. My mom nods her head and leaves. "Now Charlie, no boys are aloud over, and you can't be out passed dark. I don't want that killer getting a hold of you now okay?" "Of course." is all I say.

"Also, your mother and I left eight hundred dollars in the kitchen under the bread box. Only use it for emergencies. You have enough food in the house. Call us if you need us to be home early." my dad says while hugging me and kissing my forehead. I wave goodbye to them while watching them pull out of the drive way.

"Time to do nothing for the next week. Maybe go to Barnes & Noble and get a few new books... blare music... and that's about it..." I whisper to myself while slipping on some gray TOMS... I may be color blind, but, I can still tell the difference between a few colors...