Love kills (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter Seven: Here's to Memory Lane

Chapter Seven

Here's to Memory Lane

I stared at the stain. I remembered the night all too well. I remember standing here as the voices were driving me at madness. Over and over again. They'd whisper for me to pull the blade across my wrist. Louder and louder. Tears silently fell from my eyes as I put the cold metal to my skin.

"Luce, no!" The screams of my dad were behind me. I pulled the blade an let my blood spill. My dad grabbed me and threw the knife from my hand. I looked into his tear filled, pale grey eyes.

"Why Luce?" He asked applying pressure to the cut.

"They told me too." There was no emotion in my voice. He shook his head.

"You can't listen to them honey. They're hurting you." He wrapped me in his arms. His black, shaggy hair was in my face.

"They're always there. Whispering. I can't do it. I'm losing my mind. I'm insane." As I let out those words the black swallowed me up. I woke up the hospitals mental ward and week later. That's when I was out on medicine to regain normality.

I watched woefully as Jeff grabbed my arm. He slowly pulled back the sleeve that covered it. Big scars were scattered over my skin. He winced at it.

"Do you still do this?" He asked, tracing the marks.

"From time to time. Sometimes things get too much for me. I don't want to snap so, I take it out on myself. He shook his head.

"You shouldn't do that. Let yourself snap one good time. You'll feel so much better."

"I'm scared of what I'd do." I said softly.

"You'll do what you need to do." I looked at him. His eyes burned into mine.

"Can we get out of this room?" I asked, breaking the silence. He smiled and followed me out. I locked and shut the door behind us. I then shuffled down the stairs. Once at the bottom it opened up into my kitchen. My socks were slick of the white tiled floor. I took in the soothing deep blue color on the wall and the black, marble countertops that outlined half of the room. I stopped at the double door fridge. I grabbed a juice box from inside and began to struggle with the straw.

"Really, Hi-C?" I poked my straw through the top as he said this.

"Everyone likes Hi-C. If you don't you're the devil." He let out a small chuckle.

"Coming from a girl named Lucifer I find that funny." I lead him into a hallway. The deep red walls were lined with tons of pictures.

"So that color is natural." I turned to find him looking at a picture.

"What color?" I asked.

"Your hair. Most people don't naturally have hair that dark." I looked at the picture he was studying. I was young. It was when I first started living with my dad. My face was a little rounder. My eyes brighter. I just looked so happy.

Jeff's pov

I took my time looking at all the pictures. It seemed like in each picture she got a little different. Her face got slimmer. Her hair got a little longer. Her smile got a little smaller. The older she got the less happy she was. One picture in particular caught my eye. It was of lucifer like the others. She couldn't be much younger than she is now. She was lying in her meadow. Her hair was flowing all around as the daisies surrounded her. Her eyes looked brighter than ever and her smile was from pure happiness.

"You like that one?" She asked next to me.

"You look like the happiest girl in the world." I shot her a smile.

"As fucked up as it sounds, that was the happiest I'd ever been. It was about a year ago. I found out that day my mom died. I just couldn't help but smile." A smile broke across her face.

"You really hated her, didn't you?" I asked. She have me a serious look.

"To be honest. I prayed for her death at times. I would always see girls and their mothers and think about how mine left me to die in a park." I knew hate like that. I'm the way I am because of that kind of hate. Is that why she's scared to snap?

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I know my chapters haven't been very long but I want the chapters to focus on certain events. I hope you liked it anyway and like always be on the look out.