Love Me, My Murderer (A Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Plans

Jeff left shortly after he told me I interest him. Honestly I don't really get why I'm just not gonna ask him. As I grab for my phone and look at the time I realize it's 2:20 pm I should probably get up. I roll over in bed and stretch arching back and giving a little sigh.

I walk slowly downstairs and look around looking for any sign of Jeff. But all I see is the sleeping form of my mom passed out on the couch.

I walk over to the counter and reach for an apple and head back upstairs. I sit on my bed and scroll through Facebook on my laptop.

I notice that one of the jocks Danny is having a party at their house. Hmm maybe I should go. Eh why not it's been a while since I relaxed and partied with some friends.

I text up my friend Annie to see if she wants to go.

Rave Should Behave: You going to Danny's party?

Annie's got a Fannie: I was thinking about it

Rave Should Behave: Well then today is your lucky day cuz I want to go and have fun. ;)

Annie's got a Fannie: ALRIGHT!!!!! I'll text up Brandon and Ben and I'll be at your house around 9 after your mom leaves for work. Oh and can the boys spend the night? Ben's parents are out of town and he doesn't want to be alone with all the murders going on?

Rave Should Behave: Yeah I don't care I'll tell my mom the boys were scared she will be cool with it.

Annie's got a Fannie: Alright see you soon lover!!!

I close my laptop and look at the time on my phone. 3:16 well might as well get up and shower. I roll of my bed and head to my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. It's been a weird couple of days and I had heavy bags under my dark brown eyes and my makeup was smeared acrossed my face. My usual perfect black hair is in tangled knots.

I look like shit.

I strip down to nothing and hop in the shower rinsing everything away the dirt and the stress.

I feel my shower get cold and decide I have been in here a little too long. I turn the the shower head off and grab my blue fluffy towel. I look at my reflection in the mirror I have never been tall and but my mother is literally a giraffe. I wouldn't know about my dad though, he left when I was a kid and never came back. My mom says he was into drugs and that's why he left but honestly I couldn't care less. All I got from him is most likely my height, and mom says my hair. My brown eyes came from my mom I honestly love them.

I walk out of the bathroom through the hall way and down toward my room. I pass my dads study on the way and look at the dark oak door that mom doesn't like me to enter.

I was always curious to why, but she kept it locked so there goes my chance for answers.

I slip into my room and close the door. I make my way over to dresser and open it picking out some purple panties and a purple bra. I walk over to my closet open it up and search for something to wear to the party.

I finally decide on a black jeans and a red top that hung off the shoulder. I put on a choker and a long necklace that had a teacup on the end and put on my charm bracelet. I have had this bracelet since 7th grade on my 13th birthday and now that I'm a sophomore and now that I'm 16 I have grown a nice collection of charms.

I put on a music note ring and looked around my room for anything else my eyes went to under my bed and I noticed something shinny.

I walked slowly over to my bed and pulled the cover up. I froze when I saw what was there.

It was a knife...

And it was covered in blood...