Never Alone (A Jeff The Killer Novel)

Chapter 2: Mike

That night Jeff did not kill me.

I wake up every night wishing that he had. No, he didn't kill me. What Jeff did that night was worse.

As I stood there, just a little boy, Jeff threw his bloody knife at me, hitting me in my left thigh. I finally found it in me to scream, cry, and beg for my pathetic life as the blade pierced my leg and he approached me with that evil, bloodthirsty smile on his pale white face.

"Silly boy!" He growled, "I told you to go to sleep!"

He grabbed the knife from my thigh and pushed me against the wall, tears flowing from my eyes.

"It's okay little boy! You can be beautiful too!"

I screamed even more but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand. I bit at it, but he didn't even seem to feel it.

He took the cigarette from his mouth and pressed it against my neck. I screamed and screamed and cried and kicked and bit at his hand but he just smiled and laughed.

"Hahaha! Your sister bites harder."

He smiled really big and started tracing my cheeks with his knife.

"No no no no" I thought to myself. "This can't be happening"

He began to.. He began to cut into my cheeks... He cut the same bloody smile into my face as his own. The same thing he did to my sister. The pain was excruciating.

That was when I blacked out.