Chapter Seven
Julie POV
I changed from the black dress quickly, so Mom wouldn't notice. Tears blurred my vision, my mascara ran down my face. It was all my fault, someone was going to die thanks to my idiocy. Pulling on a large t-shirt for pajamas, I went down to the laundry room in the basement, tossing Jeff's hoodie in the washing machine. The dim, concrete basement was stuffed with boxes, I was half surprised I even found the detergent and fabric softener amongst the mess. I wiped my tears and make-up from my face with the back of my hand, sitting on the washing machine. For an hour I sat in the cold basement, sobbing, while I washed and dried the hoodie. I'm an idiot. When the hoodie was cleaned and smelled like flowers, I held in my arms like baby, not sure what was wrong with me. I should have been gentle with Jeff, not dumb like I always am. The white hoods was soft and warm in my arms, most of the stains gone.
Crawling under my covers, I cried. My door was locked and my room was pitch black. Tears soaked my pillow, and I laid in my bed, curled in a ball, holding the sweater. Why did I let this happen?
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Killer Can't Kill Me (Jeff the Killer fanfiction) *COMPLETED*
Horror*2016 Update* I plan on getting around to edit this eventually, so forgive the small grammar mistakes. ••••• "I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me? "Who are you?" I asked, slowly...
