You Ruined My Life, Thank You (Jeff The Killer Romance)

Chapter 2

     I woke up with a yawn, and got out of bed. I made my way over to my white dresser and pulled out some clothes. I slipped on some denim shorts and a really comfy grey crew neck top.
     I trotted sleepily over to my mirror and looked into my almost grey, blue eyes. I always hated how my eyes looked grey. I would much rather have bright eyes than dull ones.
     Once I was done lowering my self esteem, I stepped away from the mirror. I hate mirrors. Once, my brother told me that they were the portal to the under realm. He tells me all kinds of bullshit, like these things he called Creepypasta. I mean, what the actual fuck? Creepypasta? I loved the stories he told me, but they were unbelievable. None of that shit could actually happen. My favorite one though was smile dog. The way he plays in your head is just badass. I knew it was fake, but still.
     I ran my hand along my bed spread, tracing the white flowers that reached up it. I ran my hand down the black background of the comforter. My comforter was so soft. I loved it. The deep black of the blanket, the soft texture, the white flowers dancing their way up to the top, ughh, I loved it so much. I should just quit life and become a burrito with my awesome blanket.
     I walked away from the bed, knowing that if I touched it one more time, I'd have to get back in.
     I stood in front of my six foot tall mirror, combing out my honey colored hair. I had photos of my bestfriend stuck in the corners. Her name was Joi, she had dark caramel skin and chocolate eyes. She had dark brunette hair that was mid-way down her back. Let me tell you, that bitch is crazy. She lives to fight people. Once upon a time, she fought this one dude because he fucked up her order at McDonalds. She literally waited until his shift was over, then threw the burger at him, and fucked his shit up. I absolutely adore her.
     I walked away from the mirror, down the hall, to my bathroom. It has baby blue walls, a white sink, a small shower/bath, and white tile floors. Of course it had a toilet, like any other bathroom. I stood in front of the sink, brushing my teeth. I then applied light makeup, such as mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss. I didn't need to look nice, I was going to the park.
     My hair was parted at the left, so it always fell onto my right eye. I brushed it away and made my way to the kitchen. I quickly made waffles and ate them. I chugged down my orange juice and went upstairs to my office.
     I don't know why I have an office. I live with my mom and brother and my job doesn't need me to have an at home desk. I use it for drawing though. And relaxing. Nobody is allowed into my office without my permission. I grabbed my iPod from my white desk and quickly made my way downstairs.
     I grabbed a pair of socks and slipped on my white converse. I grabbed a banana and walked out the door.
With my headphones in, I was listening to "No Type" by Rae Sremmurd.
     I hummed along to my music and made my way to the park. Nobody ever came here. Ever.
     I plopped on the swing and pumped my legs back and forth, making me go higher. Since there's nobody here, I could sing. I closed my eyes and restarted my song.
     "I DON'T GOT NO TYPE,
BAD BITCHES IS THE ONLY THING THAT I LIKE.
YOU AIN'T GOT NO LIFE.
CUPS WITH THE ICE AND WE DO THIS EVERY NIGHT"
     I was interrupted by the squeaking sound of swings next to me. I took out my earbuds and opened my eyes.
     It was that thing from last night. The ugly as hell creepy thing. It had a certain beauty to it, not looks, but confidence. I stared at it as we made eye contact. It finally spoke up, "Claire, is it?"
     Haha, this jackass was trying to sound intimidating. "Yup. You a stalker or something?"
     "HA. As if. Why would I waste my time stalking someone like, like you?" he said while he scrunched up his nose.
     I laughed. A genuine laugh. This was funny as hell. I'm nothing too special, but I'm more attractive than this Barney wannabe.
     After I tamed my laughing fit, I sighed and said, " You're right. you don't even have the time to stalk me. You're too busy finding ways to make yourself look even more like Barney."
He looked baffled. Like someone had just grew wings and flew to Narnia. He seemed so surprised at my words. His expression was fucking priceless. I couldn't help myself, I began to laugh in his face yet again.
He regained his composure and put a smirk on his face. "Okay. So what if I am Barney, at least I don't run around on a field in tight pants just to entertain my old geezer of a coach with a young girl fetish."
Wow. He really is a stalker. Hmm, I had to get another burn in on him. OH. THAT'S IT.
I worked up a mean smirk on my face and said, "You know, I would love to stay here and burn you some more, but it looks to me like you've been burnt enough." After that little punch at his charred looking appearance, I jumped up outta the swing and landed on my feet, sending a silent thanks up to God that I didn't fall. I woulda looked like a fuckin idiot if I did.
He lowered his head. No little smirk, no little smile, no emotion at all. He slowly rose up out of the swing and pulled something from his hoodie pocket. I looked at the object skeptically, then gasped in horror. As soon as I saw the blade glinting in the sunlight I knew I was fucked.
"C'mon man, don't be all butthurt about it." I said, trying to tame the psycho. He didn't even acknowledge that I'd said a word, and he began to slowly walk towards me.
     I picked up a large, sharp woodchip from the playground, about the size of a steak knife. It was nothing compared to its large kitchen knife, but at least its there.
     He smiled at me, genuinely. He was amused at the thought of me fighting back. "Oh! A woodchip! I'm so scared!" he said with sarcasm dripping off his tone.
     I growled, "You should be!"
     "I can do worse things to myself than you could ever do to me!" I then watched as he sliced his forearm, making blood rush and drip immediately. It licked his arm, taking blood with it, and ate it. I gave it a disgusted look.
     "Are you even human?" I spat. Okay, this little fucking creep is annoying the shit out of me.
     "Not quite," He chuckled lowly and I stood there, gawking at him.
     I then turned around and muttered,"Peace." While waving slightly as I walked away. I knew that if I attempted to fight him I wouldn't stand a chance. My only hope was to escape somehow, and I'm not stealthy. The only option left was to just walk away. A smile spread across my lips and I started yelling, no, screaming my theme song,

"I DON'T KNOW KNOW WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED, BUT I DON'T REALLY CARE, IMMA GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA HERE. FUCK THIS SHIT, IM OUT."
     I heard a small chuckle escape his lips, but I knew that if I turned around again there would be another confrontation.
     "Who's insane here, you or me?" he laughed. I thought long and hard about that question, and couldn't come up with an answer.