Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 1: There's such a thing as "too perfect"

I groaned as I flopped down onto my bed. It was already 8pm. Not nearly enough time to get things done. I needed to shower, apply a decent amount of makeup, get dressed, and all for some stupid charity ball my mother was throwing. Something about raising money for the hospital.

I stripped off my soccer jersey and shorts and hopped into the shower. I untied my long curly brown hair and washed it. I quickly scrubbed my body with shimmering body wash, rinsed my hair, gave my legs and under arms a quick shave and got out. All in twenty minutes. That might have been record breaking.

"Aslin?" my mom called. She knocked on my door then cracked it open. "Honey? Are you almost ready?" I turned to face her after taking a good look at the gown she'd lain out for me. It really was beautiful. It was black with a red corset and beautiful black lace trim. It was very curve flattering with a sweetheart neckline and dainty
lace sleeves that hung off of my shoulders. The skirt was black silk with a red ribbon tied where the waist and corset met. But I've never worn something like this. I didn't know if I could pull it off. But my mother, looking beautiful as ever, was elegant in a purple silk dress that hugged her curves but the skirt flared out. It was beaded with millions of shining beads that sparkled when the light hit them. Her perfect loose curly chocolate hair spilled down her back and shoulders in elegant large barrel curls. And other than her dress, the most dazzling part was the plum colored mask with black feathered corners framing her large green eyes.

"Here." She chuckled helping me into the dress and fixing my hair up perfectly. She pulled the sides back and clasped them together with a satin black bow. My curls were just as loose as hers just thicker and more vibrant. We looked almost exactly alike. But where she was all curve, I was a skinny 5ft 2 with a b cup and a huge bum. I found it un-proportionate and it drew too much unwanted attention. But the dress did look nice with a plain pair of black ballet flats that were hidden behind the skirt of the gown.

"One more thing." My mom said adding a sparkly black mask with red framing my thickly lashed eyes which were also a lighter shade of green.

"There. You look beautiful. But red lipstick would be a nice touch." She smiled. We both laughed with each other and I gave her a tight hug. "Pick up the pace though, As, everyone's already here." She said as she left my room, closing the door behind her.

I walked into the bathroom and applied a bright shade of red to my lips. The kind that wouldn't make an embarrassing mark on silverware or glasses.

I left my room and went down the spiraling black staircase being met with at least one hundred masked faces. My mom had set up a bar and had moved the couches to the walls in our ginormous living room. I watched people spin around and around in their elegant gowns and got dizzy. I picked a glass of champagne from a waiters tray as he passed by and downed it. This was going to be a loooooooong night.

**

An hour had passed and they still played lame music and the place looked totally dead. I snuck upstairs, took my iPod off of my dresser and snuck it onto the AUX cord. I played "I hate everything about you" by Three Days Grace and the party listened to the song for about fifteen seconds before breaking into dance and laughing. I laughed and danced around swaying my hips and raising my arms above my head singing along.

"Well well. Looks like someone knows their music." A tall, probably 6.3 man approached me in a black suit and red tie. His shoulder length black hair stood out on all angles. A black mask covered his eyes but I could see the dark blue irises staring unblinking at me.

"Yeah I guess." I chuckled. It looked as if a smile had been drawn onto his face and when he smiled it was truly something to behold. He must have taken so much time doing that. I was awe stricken at how much work and face makeup it must've taken. "I love your smile. That must've taken so much time to do." I marveled.