Jeff The Killers Blade

Chapter 1

《Scars P.O.V》

I woke up, shocked to see a wooden wall and not a rubber one. I stretched my arms out, it felt amazing not having a straight jacket locked around you. I got out of the Asylum a month ago and i'm STILL not used to being in the real world and waking up feeling normal....well....almost normal that is.

I jump out of bed and head straight to the kitchen, dying for bacon and eggs for some reason. As I take a pan out and chuck the eggs and bacon in I turn the TV on. The kitchen and lounge room are connected so i can see the TV from where i'm preparing breakfast. As i take one of the cooked eggs from the pan and to my plate, i drop it. DidnI hear that right? Not picking up the egg i quickly grab the remote and turn up the volume sitting down and ignoring the smell of my food burning.

"Victoria Winfield was found dead this morning, found by a jogger in the middle of the woods. Police are not suggesting any longer people stay out of the woods, they are now demanding. As this is the 10th killing this month. Obviously some man or woman out there killing people. Victoria was found stabbed in her chest and stomach. She was last seen actually alive at a party before her grusome attack. Now on to weather; Stacey?"

The report finished and I sat there mouth open wide....some one finally killed the bitch? I smiled, think I'm a terrible person? Think again. This...thing, made my life miserable. Well her and.....no! Stop! Okay just....no....oh look at the time! i better go before i'm late!

I run to the bathroom and look at my ash blonde hair just laying there limp and dull.... whatever. I might go pick up some dye on my way home this afternoon. What colour? I tie my hair up in a simple high pony tail and am outside locking my door 3 minutes later. As i walk and look around I see some people looking at me with both disgusted and terrified expressions. Who can blame them after what i did. Wait? What the hell am I saying?! After what THEY did.....ugh. I check my phone but before unlocking it i just admired my screen saver. Then flipping my iphone over to show the back, case, i smile. Even better. How is he so perfect? Jeff the Killer is a legend. Too bad he isnt real. If he was real, would i still love him? I mean, he does kill people. I dunno....

The School stands high and I hear a bell ringing signalling our first lesson has started, and i'm still outside. Great. This is my first day back and i'm nervous...like...really nervous. I step in the empty hallways and look around. Nothings changed. I walk up to the office, still remembering where everything is. I ask the office lady for my schedule while shes looks through a stack of paper.

"Sure thing sweet." She says turning straight around not looking in my direction. "Whats your name?"

"Scarlett Tyler...." I mutter..... Once she hears that she won't be calling me sweet anymore. And that nice, cheery voice? It'll be changed to shakey, studdering and quiet. I was right, her face turned pale and she hesitantly glanced up at me. "Oh...ummm... here you go." She says looking down, handing me my schedule. I take it and leave, once out the door I sigh and say to myself, "That happened years ago....why won't anyone just let it go?!" I clench my teeth and fists, refusing to let tears spill. After a few deep breaths, i walk into my first class. The wonderful, fun, cool Math....note the sarcasm. Major Sarcasm.

I walk in with sweaty palms, and a heart beating so loud and fast I'm sure the teacher and students can hear it just behind the door in front of me. I count to ten and without thinking, i open the door. "Your La-" The teacher starts. Stopping as soon as he sees me. "Nevermind! Ju-just go, umm, take the seat near the back...o-or not. Just whatever seets free." He finishes. I roll my eyes and go to the very back seat in the corner. Theres something about that particular spot that seems just so.....cosy? I dunno. The class continues while the teacher stutters and eyes my carefully the whole time. All the kids look at me and laugh. Well, they either shake and worry if i catch them looking at me or laugh and snigger pointing and making jokes. I got a fair share of paper balls and planes thrown at my head. The yeacher didn't do a thing, he was just trying to pretend i wasnt there. The class ends with the bell and i rush out, this day is taking too long.

The rest of the day was just the same. I felt like screaming my lungs out and just yelling at everyone to leave me alone, and if they did bother me, it better not be a clown telling my my knife is sticking out of my bag. I just want to be treated like a normal human being. Is that too much to ask for?! At least I didnt come across Victorias little group of friends. They're probably mourning the tramps death. The boys only care because they have no one to fuck anymore.....

Anyway, since I couldnt scream and rampage at school i did just that at home. I hoped the neighbours didnt think i was getting slaughtered. Well the neighbours who stayed after i came back anyway. And the ones who do stay, wouldnt think i'm the one screaming. Theyd think its my 'victim'. I clutched my hair and fell to the floor crying and yelling. But my session of crying about how fucked up me and my life are is ended when i hear a thud coming from upstairs...Then a crash. I look around frantically. Whos that?! I run to the kitchen, the window showing darkness outside. I was crying for that long?! I grab a large butcher knife and stand there like a statue, only to jump as i hear a door swing open.

Loud, heavy footsteps is the only noise in the silence.... Slowly coming down the narrow hallway.....