My Peace and Serenity (A Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 1

"Such a tiny, frail thing" The woman cooed to her child

"Yea...she is." The father responded, looking to his child then at his tired wife, her life hanging by a shoestring.

"Frail and small" the wife continued.

"Yet beautiful just like her mother"

"Strong like her father" She reassures her mate.

The husband sees his love's hands tremble as she holds their infant daughter, whose future has not yet been decided but would have to be soon. "You...You're leaving soon aren't you?"

The young mother looks to her love, eyes trailing his unsure form and settling on his wedding band, a small, emotional pain mixing with the physical agony she's been experiencing since she gave birth. "I'm sorry...I know this wasn't what we planned, but..." she extends a weary hand to him and he takes it, "-you have to protect her, she's going to need you."
The man grips her hand and looks to the floor, failing to hide the pain in his eyes but masking it in his voice, "How? I put you in this state, I-I don't want to hurt her too!"
The frail souled woman smiled sweetly at her lover, knowing full and well he could never protect her directly, however he could mask his mind from him and that alone was enough.

"I know... I know...But...you can. You will. And, Toby,"

Toby looks to his wife, her life slipping away slowly, "Make sure she's never found...give her the chance we never got...."

And in that second the child was handed over to a man, one who would protect this infant until she was old enough to understand, to hide herself, to mask her presence until the world needed her.
But until that day, she would remain solemn and gentle filled with nothing accept Peace and Serenity...

...

"Son of a frog and a gait!" I exclaim seeing that, indeed, I needed to take a left at that stoplight.

From the passenger side I can hear Amy snicker under her breath, "What'd I tell you, Serenity? See if you'd used your phone, like I said, we wouldn't be going through all of this trouble right now" She runs her orange nails through her short, dyed red, hair and re-braids it. Although it won't do any good since she insisted on the sun roof being opened all the way.

"I'll trust Siri when you stop playing the violin"

She gasps, "Never!"

"Well then", I continue, "case closed"

I pull my attention to the road, its asphalt no longer releasing heat that informs me that fall has settled.

It also reminds me that soon it will be my birthday.

Birthdays are different for me than with everyone else I know. You see, I was adopted.

It's a story I had read online and in so many books. A small infant boy or girl left on a doorstep, nothing but a tattered blanket to warm them and, if they were lucky, a nice family would take them in and raise that child as their own.
I was that way. My mother, Bethany, a very respected nurse, says she remember the night so clearly it's almost like she's looking at a photograph.

"It was raining that day," she would say, "I was washing the dishes while your father wiped down the counter. We heard a knock at the door and while your dad insisted I shouldn't answer to someone that late, I felt in my gut I had to answer. It was like-," she described, "-a voice too deep to be my own, told me that whatever was outside would change my life forever. And so I answered."
Thank God she did, too. I was silent, pale and too small, even for a newborn, when they found me. My mother had called the police and worried I was dead; no one knew how long I'd been outside.

"When I picked you up, panic swelling inside my motherly senses, I found a note tagged to your blanket."

The note.

I've re-read that letter so much I can remember every word by heart. It read:

"To whoever may read this note,
Take care of her...Please...
Her name is Serenity.
Make sure she's safe.

~JTK"

JTK.

I've been receiving letters from him since I was about five. I was confused when I had first gotten it. At the beginning, I thought it was Casper, my neighborhood playmate and my friend still today. But once I read the letter I knew Casper couldn't have written it.
When I was in middle school, JTK seemed to be something I should be afraid of, what with "stranger danger" and all the other things they taught us as children. But he was the only one there for me at school. Although I had my parents and friends I was still struggling with my emotions. JTK was the one who pulled me out of that and become a closer friend to me than anyone in this world.

I've tried to find out who he is on multiple occasions. He leaves my notes in my locker, and often, since my father, Daniel, is a teacher, I would hide for hours into the night, at school, simply waiting for anyone to come and leave a note. I'd come up short every time, usually getting a note the next day with a response like:

"Nice try" or "Better luck next time, gorgeous ;-)"

Granted this did leave me wanting even more answers.

However, now, as I make a U-turn and head for another rout, I get an odd ache in my chest when I think of JTK. Having only seen the note left on my infant body in my freshman year, I had already grown a relationship with JTK, a small yearning for his presence.

"SERENITY!" Amy screams, causing me to jerk the wheel, more than slightly startled by her voice, when she adds "Watch the rode." she laughs.

Yep, this is me; a petite, young girl with more mysteries than I know what to do with.

But maybe that's not so bad after all...

((HEY HEY HEY! IT'S THE FIRST CHAPTER OF PEACE AND SERENITY!!! EEEEEEK! I'M SO VERY HAPPY! CAN YOU TELL?! ANYWAY I HOPE THAT YOU ALL COME TO LOVE THESE CHARACTERS AND THOSE TO COME IN THE BOOK OF P&S. A NEW CHAPTER WILL BE ADDED EVERY WEEK BUT NOT ON A SPECIFIC DAY.
THANK YOU JAY BIRDS,

~COPYCAT))