Jeff The Killer - The real story.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I stepped hesitantly through the door with my hoodie over my eyes.

I peeked at my once again, drunk mother. "Come here" she demanded, gesturing towards herself. "I.. I don't think you'd like to see me..-"

"I said, fucken come here!" She laughed. "O..okay," I said, walking over to her. "Take your hoodie off boy for fucks sakes!" She said, pulling my hoodie off. "Oh my fucking.., what the fuck happened to you? You're a little ugly duckling aren't you? Hahah, you're not my son! Look at you! You call yourself my son? I can't believe you!!" She slurred, getting up and staggering over to me. "What are you doing..?" I asked, panicking. "I'm going to rip off your little ugly mask!" She laughed.

"It's not..-"

"Mom! It's not a fucking mask, bitch! It's his face! Have some respect!" He cursed, grabbing me and telling me to go. I nodded and went to my room, soon after hearing liu getting slapped.

I hate you, mom...

Liu walked into my room with a red cheek. "She slapped you, didn't she?" I asked, worried. "Yeah.." He replied.

"Why do you care so much about me? I asked, feeling my face. "Because you're my brother. I'd even for for you.." He swallowed and turned away. "I really appreciate it, you know? Always covering for me and everything.. You're the only one who cares. Thankyou," I said, hugging him. "It's alright" he said, hugging me back. "Without you.. If be dead" I told him. "I know..." He said, holding me tighter. "Don't ever do it again.. I care about you too much.." He said, once again tearing up. "Love you bro" I whispered. "Love you too" he said, slowly getting up. "Want a drink?"

"Is there lemonade?"

"Yeah"

"Thanks"

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror.

What am I? I don't even deserve to live..

I stood behind liu, hiding my face. "Liu.. I don't want to go," I said, shaking. "You'll be fine bro.." He told me, shooing my to class. "They'll see my face.." I said, but he was already gone. I stood, in the middle of the hallway with my hoodie pulled over my face. I slowly started to walk towards my locker, holding my good over my eyes. I got stews from everyone- probably wondering why I was slumping over holding my hood. I knew randy and his gang would get me.. Just a matter of when. I opened my lock and grabbed my maths books out. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Forgetting that my face looked like a monsters, I turned. "Holy fuck!!! Look at your face!" Randy laughed uncontrollably. "You look like a fucking monster from a horror movie!! Is that a mask?!" He yelled, causing everyone to look again. I heard gasps from everyone as they stared at my face. I swallowed, feeling a knot forming in my throat. My eyes searched for Jane desperately, darting across the room. I finally found her, and tried to make out her expression. Laughing. Laughing like the rest of them. I couldn't control the tears- they ran down my face. "Aweh, look! Jeffy's crying! Why are you crying? Is it because you're ugly? Don't worry, you only look just a bit worse than marylin manson!" He laughed again, slapping his knee. The other two boys cracked up laughing too. I scanned the crowd for someone that would save me from this, but when my eyes landed on jane, her expression showed pure terror. "You're worthless, ugly and scary. Look at you. Wouldn't you be better off dead, so people don't have to see you?"

I dropped my books and ran from all of the terrified and laughing people. I didn't know where I was running, but I was running. My eyes blurred with tears as I continued to run, my hair whipping my cheeks as I did.

Why don't you just kill yourself? It'll do everyone a favour...

You're worthless, ugly and scary. Look at you. Wouldn't you be better off dead, so people don't have to see you?

Look at you.. You're a little ugly duckling, aren't you?

Every word cut into me as if it was a razor blade. I collapsed and started crying, not knowing what to do with myself. With a face like this, I could never be loved..

I felt a soft hand tap my back, and I completely ignored it. "Jeff! Answer me!" Liu cried, shaking me. "I'm okay.." I choked, tears still rubbing down my face. "No, you're not. That randy fuck hurt you, didn't he?" He said, almost desperately. "Y..yes" I said, burying my head into him. "Shhh" he soothed, starting to tear up too. "Ignore them," he said, trying to bite back hi words. "I cant, liu.. They're always there.. Ready to get me... I just think it would be so much easier for me if I wasn't-.." "DONT EVEN THINK OF THAT!" Liu yelled, gritting his teeth. "But it's true.." I said, crying. "You can't do that to me!" Liu said, holding me tighter. "I just want you to be happy," liu said. "That's right. And if you want me to be happy, you'd let me die. If you wanted me to be happy, you'd kill me right now!" I yelled, Turing away. "That's bullshit!" He cried.

"Maybe I would be doing everyone a favour if I killed myself" I said, repeating Randy's hurtful words.

"Don't even think about it," he scolded, helping me up to my feet. "I'm reporting it to the principal.. It's gone on long enough" he said, half dragging me to the office. People stared at me, but I didn't care. I just wanted to die.