Jeff The Killers Blade

Chapter 4

Out of the corner of my eye i saw a bottle.... it was black and when i inspected it closer i went pale. Black Permanent Hair dye. There was a not under it. I picked it up and read it out loud:

'Helloooo Scar! I decided to stop into the store and get you this! I knew you wanted it and seeing as your so forgetful, i bought some for you! Well more like i smashed all the security cameras, killed everyone in the little chemist and stole it. Your welcome! By the way I never intended for the police to suspect you killed Victoria. Too bad you can't tell them who it really was...hehe...me. Because if you do say "Jeff the killer did it, i swear!" You might just find yourself back in an asylum......♥

~ Jeff'

I crumpled up the note and chucked it away wiping the tears away from my face. Wait. I never told him about the hair dye?! Wait.....

-Flash Back from Last Night-

After the big craze with Jeff, i decided i needed a shower. I put the shower on hot and felt the temperature, damn i need it colder. I quickly get in and reach for my shampoo and conditionar then suddenly i remember. "I forgot the freaking black hair dye." I yell, remembering. "Ugh, i'm so stupid. Well i'll just have to get it tommorow." I ramble on.

-End of Flash Back from Last Night-

He never ran away afterwards?! He sneaked back into my house?! And heard me talking to myself!? While I was in the SHOWER?!?!? Where was he? I run up the hall and to the bathroom i took a shower in and begin looking around. There was no windows in there, so he couldn't of hears me there. What about behind the door? No. The rooms sound proof, because THEY didn't want anyone to hear- Ah! Back on track! Anyway So he must of been.....in the room with me.

Oh god....how?! I never saw him. He couldnt of been in the middle of the room, i would have seen him. The shower is see through. I don't bother looking in the shower; he obviously wasnt in ther. But then I turn around and look at the sink. Then i look down more. Oh my god. We have a little think under the sink with nothing in it, it used to....but the police thpught they were mine not THEIRS- ugh!! My mind keeps wondering today...its crazy. I crouch down and open the cabinent....oh god. Another note; it read:

Your good at this! And don't worry I didnt see anything! I'm not a pervert! Anywho, you best get running Scar. Schools over shortly and you gotta get to the playground, if you don't want to go then don't! I can take care of her for you....plus everyone knows your here, so if she were to die, everyone would know it wasn't you! I know you want her dead....really i'm doing you a favour. I'll be there, if you show up i wont kill her. If you don't then its time for some bloody fun! ♥

~Jeff

As i finish reading i blush because he keeps sending love hearts, its so cu- Hey! What the hell!? This is a killer and i'm blushing because of him?! Wth?! I need serious help! "Should I go?" I wonder out loud.

"No." A deep voice whispers behind me. I shudder, i know who it is. I turn around and look to see Jeff. Smiling like a maniac at me, as usual. "You shouldn't go..." He continues.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Because if you stay here she dies, and if you go, she'll almost kill you." He replys, with a chuckle at the end.

"I can look out for myself. And you can't always just kill people to het what you want!" I snarl.

"And whys that?" He questions.....

"Why are you helping me?!" I demand, dodging his question with my own.

"Well thing is Scar. I have never had anyone WANT to die, so i decided to drive you insane. Now i've done this before, and then kill people. Usually I kill their loved ones and then kill them, unless they get sent to an asylum first. But you have no loved ones. Everyone is your enemy, plus you can't be forced to be insane, because you already are. And i don't want to kill you because i want you to live, then kill you. Making it all the more fun." He answers, a wicked spark of delight i his eyes.

I look at him, shocked. "I will never want to live! I have nothing to live for! And even if I did have a reason, i would never see anything happy when i close my eyes. It would all be pain, grief and terror. Just like its always been! So just leave me alone, i will never be begging for my life to someone...ever." As i say this his smile downs a little bit, and by the end of my paragraph. Hes frowning.

"I thought by killing the people who hate you the most and hurt you would make you happy....but I was wrong. What happened to you? What made you like this? What made you do it? You were innocent....i can tell. You may of made a crime, a terrible one. They deserved it....but why?" He demands, his voice sounded hurt and i felt sad or guilty because of it, feeling like it was my fault.

I do everything in my power to not let the tears fall....but i fail. I bite my lip as the first year rolls down. Then i back up to the wall, sliding down it while i make my own waterfall with the salty water coming from my eyes. I clutch my hair and sob. After what feels like an eternity. I say, "You. Will. Never. Know. Why." My voice cracks but i ignore it.

"I will find out, Scar. Your times up, you didnt show up....so i'll be on my way to the playground." He says, his voice dull and once again sounding hurt but guilty. And so do i. Why do I feel bad?! Hes a killer! I continue crying finally, open my eyes. Hes gone as i expected. But in his place. Was a bottle. A bottle that was black.

It was the hair dye he got me.....