My Peace and Serenity (A Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 10

(( HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL JAY BIRDS! ITS ANOTHER CHAPTER OF MY PIECE AND SERENITY! THIS CHAPTER ISN'T ONE OF MY BEST, SINCE ITS MAINLY SIDE EVENTS BUT I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT NONETHELESS. THE SONG IN THE MULTIMEDIA IS 'Not about Angels' BY Birdy. I WANT TO TAKE A MOMENT AND BREAK AWAY FROM THE CAPSLOCK.
That's better. I would like to take a moment to recognize just_some_otaku if you recall she is collaborating with me on this book? Well, a recent conversation with her made me want to create this dedication. She's an amazing person and has had such a big impact on my life along with her sister. Who I will not tag for her privacy request. But all the same, thank you. I know what I said really hurt and I'm so sorry I didn't understand sooner. You both are so much more than what you believe you are and can accomplish so much. I'm sorry I can't always understand and that I'm not always the best person to be around but just know that I love you both and even you, MiiChiiOfficial . Despite how things turned out-how we are going our separate ways as friends, I'll still continue to love you and support you. All of you guys until the end.
~Chey ))

No....

My Baby.....

What did you do to my Baby?!

There is no response.

Damn you!

I'll kill you when I get my hands on you!!!!

The world around me quivers as I feel myself clawing back to the top, pushing through the veil and taking control of my body again. I smile as I feel my head burst through the surface and I can see clearly again. But my smile soon fades as I see her.....

My Baby...she's broken.

She lays in the arms of old friends and....there was so much blood...she was so damaged I almost didn't recognize her.

Jeff's face was contorted to one of pure hate and I soon realized that the hate was aimed at me. I looked at my Baby, seeing her left arm was no longer attached to her body, tasting bile in my mouth as I soon find it a few feet away from her. I look down at my hands and begin to tremble as I take in the blood caked to my fingers and the corps' sprawled out behind me.

What have I done?

Without taking another pained look at my darling child, I run. I run far away from that place and far away from my Baby. I'm more than a threat, now. I broke my promise to her unintentionally and I can't make up for it. That bastard did this and I don't know what will happen if I lose control again. I don't know who I'll hurt.

I collapse by a tree and push myself towards it until my back hits the bark. I bury my face in my knees and suppress wails of emotional pain, since I can no longer feel it physically.

Her voice drifts into my head like a lovely wave that I instantly become drunk on. The sound makes my tears collect as I reminisce in the moments we shared. The memories we had created together, the moments we had made as husband and wife, before she left me.

I remember her touch, her voice. I remember how she exceeded my expectations when I doubted her. I remember how she would run her fingers through my hair when I had night terrors, and how her singing would soothe me to no end. With the memories of our love come the moments I'd give anything to forget.

Unfortunately she wasn't always this caring. When we had first met, she hated me. She'd spit nasty insults and avoid me. I was no better. I hated her, but I would be lying if, at first, I had wanted her to be mine forever. She wasn't always so confident with herself. There would be nights, when our relationship was better, I could hear her crying in her room during a thunder storm.