Love kills (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter Nine: You're Insane

Chapter Nine

You're Insane

"I'm not going to that place and you're more fucked in the head than me for even considering it!" I yelled at Mikey. He was trying to convince me to check into the mental unit.

"Maybe they can really help this time. Get you on medicine that works." I glared at him.

"Don't you think I've spent enough time in that place? I'm done with doctors telling me what to take. I already know I'm not right in the head. I know that I'll live like this until I die. I'm not going and that's final." I began to walk out the door when his words stopped me.

"The hospital can fix you." I paused in the the doorway. I looked at him. So much hate filled me.

"I'm not broken. Fuck you Mikey." I spat out the words then slammed the door behind me. I ran. I wasn't sure where I was going but, I ran. I passed houses in a blur. The voices bounced around in my head the whole time. 'Stop' I slowed down. 'Stop!' I did as the voice said. I looked around. I was at a baseball field. It was run down and creepy. I walked up to the rusted gate. I easily hopped over the small metal barrier. I walked over to a mound that was over grown with grass and weeds. I stood there as the voices continued. I sank down to my knees. My head fell in my hands as the tears flowed. I sobbed loudly. I had a broken feeling inside. I screamed and yelled until my lungs were sore. I looked up at the cloudless sky.

"Dad I need you so much. Why did you leave me?" I sobbed out. I felt helpless. I just fell over to my side. Whispers filled my head.

"Who's that?" I heard a girls voice and quickly sat up. Marisol stood about five feet away from me with a group of people. Marisol had been that typical girl to torture the weird kid like me. Her hair fell to her shoulders in red curls. Ice blue pierced from her closed set eyes. She gave me a sickly sweet smile.

"Aw it's little satan." Her group chuckled.

"So she really is crazy." A tall boy sneered. They had heard me talking to nothing.

"Please, just leave me alone." I pleaded, looking away from them.

"Now what's the fun in that?" I watched as the group closed in on me. Instead of being afraid of them and running I simply rested my head on my knees. I felt as I was knocked over. I just laid still as Marisol's foot repeatedly slammed into my body. I was breathless as I got on my knees and spit out the blood in my mouth.

"Come on get up." She taunted. I looked at her smiling face.

"No." Her fist smashed into my face. The blowed knocked me down again. Her group laughed.

"Get up!" she yelled.

"No." I said calmly. She raised her hand again. A small hand shot out and grabbed her arm before she could hit me again. One of the girls in her group looked up at her with a pissed off expression. She looked a lot like me. Her hair was the same dark shade as mine, only wavy and shorter. She was tall and really slender. Her almond eyes were a slate grey. Her skin was just as pale as mine.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Marisol snapped at her. She didn't waver.

"Stop it. You're always doing this to her and she hasn't done anything to you. Fuck, she just let you beat the shit out of her. Just leave." Marisol snatched her arm away.

"You're gonna regret this Remi." She sneered.

"Leave." Remi demanded. Marisol rolled her eyes.

"See you later Satan." She said to me before storming off. Remi stayed behind. I watched as she walked over to me and held out her hand. I took it and she helped me to my feet. I slowly went to walk away when she grabbed me.

"Wait. Are you okay?" she asked, looking worried.

"I'm fine." I said, trying to walk away again. She stopped me.

"You have blood coming from your nose and mouth. Both of your eyes are black and judging from the size of Marisol's monster feet I'm guessing a few of your ribs are broken or at least bruised." I couldn't look her in the eyes.

"I'm used to it." I said quietly.

"How long has this been going on?" She asked.

"Since she came to this town. I couldn't have been more than ten." I said thinking back to when that head of curly red hair came into my class room. Even then she was cruel.

"Come with me." She almost demanded before dragging me behind her.

"Where are we going?" I asked. She was definitely right about the ribs. It hurt to even breath.

"My house. My mom came help you out." I didn't say anything. I just followed.

I sat on the counter top in my tank top and a pair of shorts her mom had given to me. She had the same Asian look about her as her daughter. Her hair was straight like mine. Her eyes the familiar grey. She gently turned my face, looking me over.

"Are you partly Indian?" she asked me. I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know. Why?" she smiled.

"You have the hair for it. Best hair in the world if you ask me." I smiled slightly.

"I wouldn't know. My mom was pretty dark?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Was?" she asked. I swallowed hard.

"She abandoned me when I was young. She's dead. She looked like she could've been in her obituary picture." I somewhat mumbled out.

"I'm sorry." She put a hand on my shoulder.

"I didn't know her enough to care." I could be cold when it came to her.

"Alright, this is going to be a bit awkward for you. Remi told me you took some pretty hard hits to your sides, I need you to take off your top so I can check out what's going on." I breathed deeply. She had already seen the scars on my arms. My hips were just as bad. I sorely reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. I winced at the pain that shot through me. I doubled over. I felt as she put her hands on my shoulders.

"It's going to hurt a little, but I need you to sit up slowly." I let her guide me to an up right position. I watched as she looked me over.

"So what's your name?" I hated this question.

"Lucifer. Please call me Luce." She smiled at me.

"Well, Luce. If you don't mind me asking, are these scars from self harm?" I chuckled a little.

"You guys must have not lived here long." She gave me a confused looked.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, everyone in this town knows about me being a nut case and all." I had explained this so many times before.

"Nut case?"

"I hear and see things sometimes. Sometimes those little voices would tell me to hurt myself. I stupidly listen just so they would stop. I'm just an insane kid that gets beat up by normal kids." She stopped her exam. Her grey eyes looked into mine.

"Do you really think that?" she asked with a heart broken look.

"It's the truth." I said.

"It's not normal for people to torture other people because they are different. You're not insane. You're jus seeing the world differently and thats okay." I smiled at her. I didn't know people like this existed other than my dad.

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Sorry it took so long but, I really hope you enjoyed it.