My life before Jeff was shit. My mom abused me, I wanted to die, I stopped hanging with my friends, and I even went into the woods whenever I felt like I needed someone to kill me already. Jeff fixed everything for me. He knew how I felt.
Journal Entry 1.6 I was shocked to see that I was in bed, with a knife in my hand...bloody. I was wearing an outfit I didn't remember wearing.
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I walked, with the bloody knife in my hand, to the washroom. I rubbed my eyes. Goddamn, it hurt like hell. I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see myself. My skin- bleach white, my mouth-carved from cheek to cheek, eyes-crimson color, my hair- jet black, my eye lids- cut off. I was shocked. I thought all that was a dream. Jeff. Mom. Me. I was lost and I didn't know what to do. Go to school? Check if Jayden was alive? I didn't know what to do. "Fuck. What do I do!?" I screamed. "Mom!" I yelled. "MOMM!" I yelled once more. When she didn't respond, I ran out of my room, and into every possible place she'd hang out in, within the house. She wasn't there, no blood, no horrible smell of rotting corpses, no nothing. Except that haunting sound of nothingness I stood in the middle of the room, still with my knife in my hand, in shock. "Jeff." I said while sitting on the couch, constantly touching my knife. I sat there in confusion, not knowing what to do. 'What do I do?' I asked myself. I wanted to cry but i just couldn't. Then, out of no where, a voice came from behind me, which didn't startle me, surprisingly. "Yes? Y/N?" The voice asked. "Jeff." I said looking up at him. He looked at me, and smiled. "I'm here. Do you want to go on a killing spree?" He asked. "W-What?", I stuttered. I couldn't process anything at the moment. I wanted to kill, but I wanted to die. I missed my mum and I missed every moment of being normal again. But it felt good-the wrath and pain. I knew my mother wouldn't come back but I wasn't sad. In fact, I was finally worry-free.
