Night · Jeff The Killer ·

Prologue

My life hasn't been simple, or kind to me. Or even normal. For the first seven years of my life, I spent them in a facility, trapped and observed at all hours. Night and day.

From the moment I woke up, they'd rush me to the bathroom to bathe and other things. I'd have the same breakfast every morning; eggs, bacon, and juice. Never pancakes, even though I requested it multiple times.

After breakfast, I was taught for a few hours by a tall man in glasses, I think his name was Mr. Jackson. This only lasted one year when I was five. My last year there was different, but we'll get back to that.

It was like kindergarden. I was a fast learner, they gave me books to read which I finished reading fast. Books were teaching me more than the man.

I'm not sure who 'they' were, but the tall man always came in saying, "They say these books are okay for you," and setting the stack down.

The little room I was taught in and played in was awful. But I never said anything though. I lived in a world of black and white. Mostly white, since all my rooms had white walls.

While reading a book, I had a moment of realization. Who were my parents? There was a book about a little duckling looking for his mother. In the end, he found her. After reading that, I cried. Mr. Jackson rushed to my side, but to take the book away, "What was this doing here?" he asked himself, with tears in my eyes, I spoke, "Where's my mama?"

He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes, "Look, it's time to sleep. Okay?" I could not say 'No', I didn't know it was an option. I was forced to obey their orders. While holding my hand, he lead me to my room.

After that day, I kept wondering, and thinking about it. They gave me baby books, for little kids. They bored me. I wanted a challenge. I was then give more harder books.

During my last year there, I remember one day a different man came into my study room. When I asked where Mr. Jackson was, he said he didn't know, and he was my new instructor, but he was not like a teacher. More like a therapist. Everyday he'd ask me about my day. I'd reply with the same answer everyday, "It was okay." which it wasn't. He'd ask if I had any nightmares, "No, not at all." which wasn't true either. I dreamt of horrible things. People murdering others. Strange things that frightened me.

I remember one day he gave me a gift, "According to your records, today is your sixth birthday."

"Birthday? What's that?"

He gave me a shocked expression, "N-Nevermind about that, open it up. I got it just for you." nodding, I open it and see a little bunny doll. It's stitched up and a little dirty. Must be old. He said it was found with me when I was an infant. From that day, I've kept it with me.

Many memories from that place stayed with me, esspecially the time they strapped me to a chair and placed things on my temples. They said, "It's to get in her head." and, "You never know if she is another psycho!"

I cried again. Strange men stared at me, asking me why I was crying. I couldn't control my mouth, "I wanna go home. I want my mama and daddy." those words came from my heart. My true feelings. They took me to my room to sleep, my room was also unusual.

It had padded walls and a bed with soft white pillow and sheets. That was all that was in my room.

A few months later, the therapist talked to me about my parents. Apparently they were really bad people. Some people thought, I was like my parents too so they kept me isolated here. They wanted to study my actions. But it was over now, enough information for them and it was enough of the traumatizing experiences for me. They sent me to an orphanage soon after.

I waited another few months just to finally have a family. The orphanage had couples look at me once and walk away. That is until the Bladwins' picked me up. The mother picked me up, though. She said her family was suffering a loss of joy.

Instead of finally living the happines I hoped for, for so long, it was not there.

Mr. Bladwin was an uptight man, less hair on his head than Mrs. Bladwin who had a full field of golden hair. He was mean and drank a lot.

Apparently, their son died and she wanted something to fill that hole inside her heart. That thing was me.

He would hit Mrs. Bladwin if he was stressed. And if I made one mistake, he'd hit her as I just watched and cried. After he beat her he'd send me to my room which was like a small room with one window and a crappy mattress as a replacement for a bed. For once, I felt so desperate to go back to the facility. At least I was fed there.

When I went to school, my teachers always asked about my bruises, "I fell." was always my response.

I could not understand why they hated me. Dad would slap me so I would stop crying. Every night, I prayed, "Please, God? Are you there? Can you hear me? If an angel is listening, please tell God if he can make mommy and daddy nicer to each other. Can daddy please ease up on me? I don't like this treatment. It hurts a lot. Please, send me a guardian angel." every night, I would say those exact words. Hoping, I would have my prayers answered. It never happened. I stopped praying, then I stopped believing in the man in the sky watching over me.

One night when they left me, a nine year old, alone. They were easing up a little, so they decided to go out. I played with my bunny in my room alone.

There was a light tap on my window, I made a new friend. He was nice to me. At first, when I met him, he scared me. He had a permanent smile. He didn't wanna say his name, but I told him my name. We started talking a lot, "Are you my guardian angel? Did God send you?" he laughed and said, "Nope. Kid, how can you still believe in a guy that let's this happen to you? Plus, I'm nowhere near becoming and angel." he told me he was a little naughty. I said I thought I was too since I was beat. He said he would keep me safe and happy as long as I didn't tell them. I agreed being the lonely girl I was, I was desperate. I just wanted a friend.

Every night since then, he would hold me in his arms until I fell asleep. I'd once in a while take a beating for one of his mischievous acts. I'd do anything for my friend. I couldn't afford to lose the only friend I had, the only one in my life.

Though, I think he was just someone I made up in my dreams. He was too kind to be real. My whole life I've only seen the bad side of the world. He was the first person that showed me a little bit of kindness.

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This is just a sneak peak and the beginning chapter. It's not about the main character, it's sort of a foreshadowing chapter for another character, soon to be revealed. Muahahahaha!

By the way, since this is a sneak peak chapter, I'm gonna be a little bit of a dick and wait before I make another chapter. Imma see how many peeps would actually read this and if it's worth my time. Since I needs to do thingsssssssss.....and I am borrrrred alllllll the tiiiiiime...plus I'm so wasted so I might not continue this and regret it laterrrdddd

It might take a while to make another chapter.....sorry.

I hope you all enjoy it. More coming up soon!

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