Started with a Nightmare (Jeff The Killer fan fiction)

Chapter 2

'Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Why does that sound so familiar?' Gosh this is gonna kill me.' I thought to myself while on the way to school. Our bus was full of annoying teens. We had the 'swaggy' guys and their 'crews' and the preppy, popular girls with all of their 'bffuwdb'(best f***cking friends until we die b***h) or whatever they call each other. And then there was...well, me. That's pretty much what school has become. Even my old best friends have become one of those One Direction loving, skin exposing little whores. It sickens me. Of course with me being an outsider that makes me the easiest target to get made fun on. I listen to guys screaming along with real instruments instead of five guys whining with auto tune, I wear jeans instead of a**-exposing shorts, vans instead of heels, the list goes on and on. Me being different plus the fact that everyone knows about my screwed up family caused me to lose any friend I had/could ever have. Isn't that just dandy?

*TIME LAPSE*

Of Mice & Men, one of my many saviors was blasting in my ear buds while I walked to fifth period gym. I snuck into the locker room a few minutes late hoping I wouldn't be caught, before being stopped by Her. Little Miss Princess Hanna and her stupid little clique. I got stuck in the same gym class as her and her little slaves ever since second semester hit. What a joy.

"What do you want?" I spat.

"Oh nothing that concerns you. The girls and I just decided to wait here in to catch any late little rats like yourself." She sneered as her disgusting little groupy snickered.

"Oh gee well thanks for that. I'm sure coach will definitely be grateful of your sincerity," I said sarcastically. "Now if you don't mind," I tried pushing past them but got blocked off. I tried gliding past on the other side but of course the same happened.

"Problem?" She questioned.

"Just get out of the way before you end up with a foot in your make up bathed face."

"Ooo I better move before she touches me with those cheap things. What? Was that a gift from your alcoholic dad when he actually cared about you? Or just some trash your drop out sister had to buy for you?" She sneered. I was just about ready to beat the smirk off her petty face when coach blew the whistle telling everyone to head to the gym. Hanna and her herd of preppies headed to the gym whispering and giggling to themselves while I went and changed.

"God. Why does this crap always have to happen to me? Can't I just disappear or something?! Why can't I just die?!" I was practically yelling to myself. 

*TIME LAPSE* *lolol and muffins. muffins are fun*

When the lunch bell rang I waited for the crowd to make their way into the cafeteria then slid inside, going to the table farthest from everyone. I decided to spend my thirty minutes of freedom looking up this 'Go to sleep' thing that keeps bugging me. I put in my ear buds to shut out everybody's stupidity then typed 'Go to sleep'. Some results came up but nothing too intriguing. I couldn't think of anything else to type so just gave in to these results. I saw things like 'murderer', 'serial killer', 'psychotic' and some disturbing images of victims that ran into this freak. They all apparently died by either several stabbings in the stomach or a slit throat. The creepiest thing about all of them was the bloody smile that had been cut into their faces.

I continued my research not realizing I only had ten minutes left. I hurried to gather as much information as possible. The bell rang and all I had was a little information on some murder cases along with some odd description of the killer; pitch black hair, bright red lips, a smile cut into his face, usually seen in a bloody hoodie and has pale, practically white skin.

'Pale skin? Hoodie? Does that mean...' I got dizzy quick, almost passed out actually. I forced myself out of the cafeteria, clumsily walking into the crowd of imbesules. 

*WHOOPWHOOP ANOTHER TIME LAPSE YAY*

I checked my phone, 7:23. I skipped through a few songs on my phone landing on A Match Into Water by Pierce the Veil, another band that's helped me through depression. I walked for a while, thinking about this killer. I feel like I've seen him before...even before the dream. Why though? I don't remember being all buddy-buddy with a psycho. Or being buddy-buddy with anyone really.

I stopped by a Starbucks to do a bit more research before my phone died. I stepped in ignoring the line and quickly got a seat. I started going deeper into the murder cases and finally found the name of the culprit; Jeff the Killer: responsible for a third of the homicides in Northern Fairbanks last year.

'This guy i-is a monster'

I flinched when I looked up and saw a man sit across from me on the couch opposite of mine. He gave me a concerned look then focused on his book. I decided to ignore him. 

I kept reading and found some bad quality pictures of him, mostly his back though. I got some sketches and reports of what people said he looked like, all were terrifying. Skin as white as snow, eyes surrounded by black and blood red lips. Was this his disguise?

My thoughts were interrupted by slight tapping at the window. I looked up and for a split second I saw him. I saw Jeff. Smiling at me from outside. Looking exactly like the sketches, matching all of the descriptions. The sight made me shriek, causing me to gain some unwanted attention. I looked around to see some confused eyes then back at the window but he was gone. 

"Wha- What? Did I just... No... That's-" I said before being cut off by the man in front of me. 

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

"Uhh what? Oh. Yeah. I'm fine. I ju-just saw...umm.. Excuse me." I said, getting up and heading for the bathroom. I felt more people staring at me like I was crazy. 

"Maybe I was just imagining it. Yeah that's it. I'm probably just tired and.... saw him. Yeah that's it" I splashed my face with some water and looked at myself in the mirror again but something caught my eye. It was...Him! Again?! I sped around with my hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming but...he wasn't there. 

"No no no. Oh god. No I have to be dreaming! This isn't real! He's not- he's not following me! God. I have to get out of here!" I ran bathroom door, pushing past the people in line and avoiding eye contact. I bet they all thought I was crazy or something. I ran out of the store hearing the deep thunder starting to roll in. I ran down the street. There was only one place I thought of going to. I had to see Her. She was always there to help me. I had to see my mom.

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Erm I hope you guys are liking it so far! Originally I was gonna make chapter two really long but split it so it's chapter two and three. umm... yeah thats about it. So vote, comment, uhh tell friends i guess! I dont know bye .-.

~Kitty