Love kills (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter One: Hi, I'm Jeff

Chapter one.

Hi, I'm Jeff.

I looked at my self in the mirror. My lack of sleep was very apparent. The bags under my eyes were getting worse. I laid out my makeup and grabbed the foundation. Because of my pale skin the circles looked black. I rubbed the liquid makeup on my face, making to dark go away. Now that I looked like I had slept like a normal person my more attractive features could be focused on. I grabbed my eyeliner and traced my bright green eyes in black. I didn't wear much make up these days. Just the basics worked. I ran a brush through my hair. It fell in a thick black sheet to my waist. Lately I hated my hair. The way it fell around my face reminded me of the man in my dreams. I looked down at myself and all but dragged myself to my closet. I grabbed my black hoodie and white skinny jeans. I figured it would do for the day. I wasn't a colorful person. I never was. I slipped on my red vans and sat at the desk in the corner of my room. I pulled to thick journal from the drawer. I've been writing in it every day for six years. I wasn't a normal girl. I've been in and out of mental hospitals since I was ten. I was considered insane by most. The multiple scars on my arms would make you think so. The voices I would often hear doesn't help my case very much either.

I finished writing and got up, grabbing my books and keys and headed down stairs. Mikey stood in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee. He smiled when he saw me.

"Good morning Luce." Mikey was always so cheery this early. I don't see why.

"It's not so good Mikey." I said grabbing my medicine from the cabinet.

"Dreaming again?" He asked handing me his coffee. I used it to help the pills go down.

"Of course." I sighed, rubbing my forehead. My hair fell in my eyes. I watched as Mikey moved the black veil.

"Is he still in them?" He asked, looking concerned for me.

"Isn't he always?" I huffed, straightening myself up. I slipped on my black satchel. I turned to go out to my car in the garage when Mikey grabbed me. The contact made me jump. I looked at him.

"Be careful Luce." His golden eyes shined at me. I gave him a half hearted smile and made my way out the door. The sight of the jet black 68' Corvette made me smile. After my dad died I got his car and his insurance money. I got in and looked at the necklace sitting around the rear view. A smile cracked at my lips. I started the car and opened the garage door and drove out into the street. School here I come.

I walked through the halls with my head down. It was a usual thing. I didn't have friends. I didn't talk. I just waited to get out of here. I stopped in front of my locker, put in the combination, and opened it. My locker was as plain as I was. I went to grab a book when my dads picture fell out on the ground. I bent down to pick it up when a pale hand shot out and beat me to it. Long, white, slender fingers picked up the photo. My eyes followed up the white sleeves of the persons arm. My eyes went wide. The white hoodie, the black pants. I was scared to look at the face. I calmed myself a little. The boy was so similar to the one from my dreams. The pale, almost white skin. The tall lanky figure. The black hair falling around him. The eyes, dark, but not so deep set. The ear to ear smile wasn't there but I could make out scars where it would be. He held out the picture to me. I couldn't tear myself from his stare. He opened his mouth to speak.

"I believe this is yours." His voice was raspy. I found it inviting. I took the picture and put it in my locker. My fingers touched his for a second. A chill ran through from the icy touch.

"Thank you." I said quietly. I turned back to my books. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned quickly. The boy was smiling at me.

"Yes?" He grabbed the string to my hoodie.