My Peace and Serenity (A Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 4

I told myself to forget.

I told myself to forget about her, about our child

I made a promise to protect our baby, but now...

I want nothing more than to slam my blade into her neck, to watch as she whimpers "Please don't kill me" just before I do so.

However, my mind will have been already made up. I will show her no mercy.

My Baby has now become my next target, I wonder if she'll remember these eyes of mine...

Hahaha....only one way to find out...

...

I felt weightless. I felt as if all my weight was reversed and I could now fly with the birds that sing around me. My state of mind was so calm I had no idea what was to become of me now. Would I become too naïve and die a horrible, terrible death, or would I remain this calm, this tranquil?

My head snapped upward and I quickly wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth.

"Ms. Serenity, if you do not plan on staying awake during my class then I encourage you to leave. I'm sure the principle wouldn't mind if you slept in his office." My math teacher, Mrs. Thorne, said tapping her red heals on the ground.

I glance around the room, seeing dozens of pairs of eyes staring at me.

I fell asleep in class.

"I'm really sorry Mrs. Thorne" I apologize in the most sincere voice I can manage, "I-It won't happen again I swear!"

She sighs, "It better not. Now—" She returns her focus to the entire class and makes her way to the front of the room, going on with her lesson.

I hear a few stifled laughs and look for their origin, seeing the way Alice doesn't bother to hide her eyes or her smile when I see she's the one who's laughing.

I roll my eyes and turn away, knowing that she has no reason to laugh. Even though I know not to hate Alice, I can't deny that she has an uncanny talent to make me angry. I'm talking red faced, fist clenching, teeth grinding angry.

I try to distract myself, deciding to busy my hands with something other than Geometry. I take out a piece of paper, preparing to write to JTK despite how I didn't get a letter this morning.

I remember walking in the school this morning, Amy beside me. She insisted on seeing the letters in my locker upon arrival. I was particularly happy about this. I could finally revel with someone about his presence. However, when I opened my locker, prepared for my breath to be taken away by the letter, that always took it's normal spot between my pencil pouch and an old textbook, I felt my heart fall into hot stomach acid as no note was left behind.

I tried to reason with its disappearance, I tried to think of some reason why it wasn't there, but....I couldn't.

That's when I remembered something. The 'Weird stuff' –the things JTK had warned me about. The actions he didn't want me to be affiliated with, yet never telling me what those things were. At this thought I began to worry. Did he get caught up in the Weird Stuff? Is he hurt? More importantly what is the Weird Stuff?

I silently click my pen, the nib poking out at the tip, and begin scribbling my concern on the paper.

I asked for answers, for him to answer, another plead to meet him. I was selfish with the letter, but I had the utmost good intensions behind my want. As much as I didn't want to ask for such selfish things I knew that it was the only way to understand why a letter didn't arrive.