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Jeff's P.O.V

What kind of person lives so far out in the middle of nowhere? Haven't they ever watched a horror movie? I was thinking as I walked to the window of the only person still alive.

I climbed into the window. I smirked. She's still awake I could tell. Her breathing wasn't even like it's supposed to be when one is sleeping. I leaned over her bed so that my face was hovering over hers.

"I know you're awake..." I whispered. Instinctively her eyes opened. She opened her mouth to scream but, I covered it with my hand.

"You look tired." I say, "You should go to sleep." She shrugs her shoulders and closes her eyes.

I put my knife to her throat and then stop, "Wait a second. Did you just shrug your shoulders?" I ask incredulously, "I killed your family out there and I'm about to kill you and you shrug your shoulders? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask, taking my hand off of her mouth. She frowns, thinking about something. Is it weird th a I felt a twinge of guilt when she did that?

I wave my hand in front of her face trying to get her attention. She thought for a second, like she couldn't remember what I said. "Yes, I shrugged my shoulders because I'm tired. And good for you with the killing thing. It kinda angervates me that you killed my brother but, ehh... whatever it's your life and you can deal with it." She reply, "Oh and about the what's wrong with me thing, you and I both want to know, buddy."

"So you really don't care if I kill you?" I ask. She yawns, "Not really. But if you do can you let me write a letter to my mom and friends and stuff?"

"That takes all the fun out of it, if you don't care!" I say, outraged, "And no I wouldn't let you write anyone a god damn letter!" Next thing I know I hit her in the head with the butt of my knife.

Damn it. I didn't me to do that. I thought for a second then decided that I couldn't leave her here with her dead family. The cops would think that she killed them.

And for some reason I'm feeling really protective of this girl. I don't even know her name but, I feel as if I'd rather die than let anything happen to her. Weird right? I mean I'm Jeff the Killer. I kill people. I'm a fucking serial killer. So, why can't I kill her?

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