After all, He Isn't Real Right? (A Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 3: High school

Plain black shirt with a white skull face, check. Ripped blue jeans, check. Black sports shoes, check. No make up, check. Hair perfectly let down, check. Dark eyebags due to last night's incident, check. I sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror.

First day of high school. Sounds exciting right? Note the sarcasm. This is usually the time when I get cranky. Literally.

I walked over to the window and peeped outside. I looked around and then sighed.

Mourning family over the house next to Scarlet's, check.

Don't get me wrong. It's not like I don't give a damn about that family. I really do feel awful for what happened to the victims. But I just choose to ignore it. No, not because I'm heartless. It's because I don't wan't to get involved. Getting involved means sticking your nose in a serial killer's business. Sticking your nose in a serial killer's business leads to the serial killer knowing about you.

Serial killer knowing about you plus a curious cat equals death. And it's definitely not the serial killer's death.

"Truth, honey! Are you ready?!" My mom called.

"Be down in a bit!" I called back. I grabbed my backpack and climbed down the attic stairs. Then I jogged downstairs while I swung my backpack over my shoulder. I met my mom at the front door and she smiled at me. She opened the front door and we started walking towards our car. My mom caught a glance at the house next to Scarlet's.

"Oh my. I wonder what happened over there."

I shouldn't tell her. Should I? I mean I said I'd ignore it. But if I don't tell her, she'd go and do her own investigation. And then she'll get involved. And then I'll get involved.

I should definitely tell her...

"Serial killer attacked last night."

Her face fell, "Oh..." We kept walking when suddenly her head snaps to me, "Wait, how did you know?! Did you go there last night?!"

I shook my head, "No. I saw everything from my window." I looked up at her and pleaded, "Mom, please. Please ignore everything that's happening around this place. I don't want us to get involved. Just focus on our safety, ok? Please?"

She stared at me for a moment. Then she nodded her head, "Of course Truth. Of course I will."

I smiled, relieved. I could count on my mom for this. We got into our car and headed off to my school.

I stared outside the window. High school huh? Usually people get excited when it's their first day of high school. They act like they own the world and they're unstoppable. But they sound like a bunch of wannabes to me.

"Now honey, remember it's your first day of high school. This is usually the time when life's secrets unleash and you find yourself stuck in the real world."

"You don't have to be so dramatic about it mom..."

"Oh and of course since this is your new school, make sure to-"

"-get along with everyone and make some new friends." I turned to my mom and frowned a little, "Yeah mom, I know, I get it already. I've been changing schools all my life thanks to you." Like I said, I usually get cranky around this time.

She made a sad smile while keeping her eyes on the road, "I know honey, but-"

I turned to look out the window again frustrated, "Yeah yeah, I know. We've to keep moving from place to place because of your job and that's just our life."

"I'm sorry honey..."

"And because of that, I haven't had the chance to make proper friends."

"I'm so sorry honey but ever since your father went to prison and we divorced I-"