Im in love with a killer (jeff the killer fan fiction)

It's my freshman year in high school. I never really fit in. My hair is emo and blood red and I wear a lot if eyeliner. No one excepted me. I was usually ignored or bullied. I live with my dad, and it's not that good there either. My mom left him for how abusive he is and forgot about me. Sometimes I have terrible breakdowns and cry myself to sleep and terrible night terrors, but my dad brushes them off and beats me in the morning about them.

I am always alone .... But for some reason ..... I feel like I'm not. Every night when I cry myself to sleep ..... I hear a voice that says "shhhh, don't cry, I'm here" and I look around my room to see who it was, but no one is there, and I don't have the guts to ask who's there.

Today, after school, I walk to the park and sit on the swing. I swing back and forth slowly starring at the ground. I soon hear someone step in front of me. I slowly lift my head to see who it was. It was one of the preppy girls at my school. "Get off my swing" she said snooty like, like she always talks to me. I just glare up at her. "I guess we have to do this the hard way" she said and shoved me to the ground and kicked me. I tried to get up, but she kicked me again and I fell. "Stay off my swing" she said and kicked me once more into my stomach.

I saw a pair of black converse step in front of me. I looked up with pleading eyes, about to cry. I saw a guy with a white hoodie, with both hands in the pockets, dress pants and black hair, covering his eye with his hood up, his skin was super pale, it seemed white. I looked up at him with a worried look, a tear, streaming down my face. He took one of his hands out of his pockets and and I looked down, closing my eyes, in fear. After a few seconds without feeling punched or kicked, I looked up. He was holding his hand out for me. I gave a little smile and a surprised look and slowly grabbed it. He helped me up.

I looked at his face, well tried to most of his face was covered with his hair, but he seemed to keep smiling. He leaned in and whispered into my ear "See you tonight ....." And walked off, giggling.

I ran home scarred. Luckily, my dad wasn't home. I ran up to my room. I looked in the mirror. I had a bruse on my cheek from when she kicked me. I grabbed my foundation and consealer and covered it up. If my dad saw it, he would beat me. But I'm happy he comes home at midnight.

I play blood on the dance floor on my speakers and wright in my journal.

'As the madness is spreading

With all this madness, I am consumed

I don't know where life is heading

With all this madness, I am doomed

The dark figures surround me

I only hope for an exit

The light will take me

But I can never quit ....'

I stop as I don't know what else to wright, I'll probably continue it later. So I set my journal aside and grab my laptop and pull up YouTube and watch dare MattG videos.

I look at the time and notice it's almost midnight, I turn off my music so dad won't hear it when he gets home I close my laptop, turn off the light and sit in my bed. I start to cry, I am so tired of being abused and bullied, I have the urge to cut, but I don't want them to win, I'm still fighting, but I keep crying. Then I hear it again "shhhhh, don't cry, I'm here" I look around my room scarred.

Now, I have to ask, it won't stop, I need to know "who's there?" I ask. No answer. I get angry "I said, WHO'S THERE" I say, shouting at the end.

I heard giggling then my closet door opened. I looked over, it was the guy from earlier, he still had his hood down and his hair covering his face. "It's me" he said, he had the same smile. "It was always me" he said. I took a deep breath, not knowing what to do.

"Who are you, and what do you want, and why with me?" I asked.

He laughed and took his hood off and whipped his hair out of his face. "Jeff" he said. "And I must say, I love it when you sing" my eyes widened. He's been watching me for a while, I only sang to myself. I looked at his face. His eyes seemed really wide and black surrounding them, no color in his eyes, just the puples. And his smile, is seemed to be cut into his cheeks, for some reason, I found it kinda attractive. I slowly got off my bed and walked over to him. I tilted my head and slowly raised my hand to his face, feeling the leathery texture if it. I then felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down. He stabbed me! I looked back up him with a worried look and fell to the floor, still looking at him. "I heard you were week and venerable and had no friends, so I thought 'what does she have to live for anyways?' And that's why" he said.

He headed for the window and lifted it up "oh wont you ..... Hold me" I sang painfully, dosing off as my sight is turning black. He stopped and looked over at me.

"Wh-what?" He said

"No remorse .... Holds no recourse .... You're leaving slowly ..... Oh wont you hold me" I sang even more painfully. He hesitated and turned around and closed the window and walked over to me.

He bent down on one knee and placed his hands on my stab wound, yet made it a little more painful. "Tell anyone I did this and I will leave you to die next time."

I weekly laughed "who do I have to tell" I said. The blood soon stopped coming from the wound. "Hand me my sewing kit" I said. He looked at me and got up and got my sewing kit. I quickly stitched up the wound, though it hurt, I pulled through it. I weekly dragged my self to under my bed, grabbing my first aid kit I hide under my bed. I wrapped the bandage around it.

I herd a car pull up in my drive way. Jeff giggled "I'm gonna do you a little favor." He said and opens my bed room door and walked down stairs.

"Jeff?" I said following him out the door. He stood at the end of the stair case.