Jeff the Killer Fanfiction - My Secret

3 - Long road to recovery

A long time later I stopped crying, but I couldn't stop the feeling of death inside my heart.

I slowly got up, resisting the urge to start crying again, and stumbled to my room and found my phone. There was blood all over me, but I didn't seem to notice.

Ring! Ring! "911, what's your emergency?" A woman's voice said pleasantly through the phone.

"My mom's been murdered." I still can't believe the words coming out of my mouth.

"Are you with your mom?"

"Yes. We're at home." I gave her our address.

"Police are on there way, stay calm."

I said goodbye to the lady over the phone and sat next to my mom. Barely thinking. I can't think. I'll lose my mind. What has happened to my life?

The police arrived a few minutes later to find me crying, clutching my mother's body to my heart. I was laying on the floor, tears and blood stained everything around me in the room.

A strong man lightly pulled me away from my mom, and I didn't have the strength or energy to resist.

Another man walked up to me, his face showed deep concern. "Ma'am, I have a few questions."

I looked up at him and nodded, signaling him to continue. I could feel a few tears slip through my eyes, but at this point, I didn't care.

"Alright. You said your mother was murdered, do you know who did it?"

"Jeff." I wanted to give short answers, as not to feel too emotional again.

"Is this a friend of your mother's?" He asked, confused.

"No. Jeff the Killer, he's a serial killer." I said matter-of-fact like.

"Right... Isn't he that urban legend that's fake?"

"He's real. I saw him! You don't believe me, do you! Well I saw him!" I said - no yelled, at him. Why didn't he believe me?

Because it's absurd. Not even four hours ago I wouldn't have believed me.

"Alright, ma'am. I need you to come to the station with us, okay?"

I nodded and slowly stood up, my legs felt like they would drop out from beneath me at any point.

He led me to a police car so we can drive to the station, I watched as men loaded my mom's dead body into an ambulance. Why are they taking her to a hospital? It's not like they could fix her, she's dead.

We drove to the police station in silence, every now and then he would send me a worried glance.

. . . . . . .

I was questioned about my mother's murder, but every time I gave them the truth, they would think it was a joke. I even showed them the piece of paper that was stabbed onto my mom.

But they thought it may have been someone pretending to be Jeff. I didn't argue with that, I just allowed them to think that. At least of they think that, they can still catch him.

I was sitting alone a couple hours later when I heard someone talk to me. "Ma'am, do you have family in the area that you could possibly stay with?" I looked up to see the man from before asked me.

"I don't know, let me call someone." I said, barely paying attention. I slowly pulled out my phone and dialed the familiar number.

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