true insanity (jeff the killer love story.)

Remember;  

to every killer, there's a reason. 

and to every reason, there's a story. 

and to every story, there's a tragedy.  

and to every tragedy, there can be a hero.

Chapter 1.

I think I should probably start with an introduction. right?  

Well I'm Kaitlin But most people call me Kay. I'm 5,5' have dark brown hair a little past my shoulder light green eyes, pretty normal and Well....I'm what most people would call insane. But really listen to my story. you might like it. maybe...if your as fucked up as i am. This particular tell is about how I met Jeff the killer and how I changed.

It all started on a normal Friday morning. As usual getting dressed in my skinny jeans and normal solid black T-shirt and work boots and I walk into the kitchen to see my sister,Jen. "you look pale, are you okay?" she looked worried. "I'm fine...." I say looking at her in an odd way. I felt fine. Why did I look pale? I roll my eyes at the thought looking at the clock. " Were going to be late! come on,I'll drive you."

I drive her letting her off at the entrance. I decided that I would skip school today it would only be my 3rd day out of school the whole year. And after all,it is the last week of school. I jump at my phone buzzing to see it's just Blair calling me. He's like my brother in a lot of ways. I answer the phone "hello?" "hey Kay! where you at? Were in the parking lot waiting on ya." he says impatiently. " Oh I'm skipping today. " I breath out. " Oh! can we skip with you?!" he asked excitedly. "Sure, But I'm going to be hanging out in the woods today. I mean you guys can go muddin'. " "cool! meet us in the old parking lot and we'll follow you. " he sounded overly jovial. "okay see ya in a few." I say hanging up. Being in a small town in Tennessee everybody knows each other and everything is close by. It wouldn't take me 5 minutes to get there from ol' Mr.Whitaker's barn. I meet them at the old white's parking lot. I watch my group of friends crawl out of the truck bed. we chat for a few minutes and Clarke gets in my front seat and Hunter in the back of the truck. I drive them up through Simerly Creek and up the PG holler straight up to the old log cabin my grandparents left me.  

(sorry this is my first story if it's not very good or if it's too short of a chapter. )