Sky The Killer (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 5- More Than You Know

*** Time Skip 1 Week ***

What did he mean "Your mom was my target.." Was I suppost to feel threatened?

Who the hell was that anyway?

And how did he know my name?

And why didn't he kill me?

Why do I have so many questions?

I lingered by the tree that I had been "vacationing" in. I would climb up onto a branch and sleep there. Of course I was stupid enough not to bring any sort of blanket so I was forced to freeze. I'd just have to get over it. It's been about a week, I think, since the "accident."

And since I've seen that strange man.

I sat on a tree stump and pulled out my ipod. My one sorce of happiness. Thank God I had remembered to bring it with me.

I played the song Blood On My Hands by The Used. I figured it would be appropriate now.

"There's blood on my hands like the blood in you, somethings can't be treated so, don't make me, don't make me be myself around you," I sang along to the song.

"That's a real nice song," I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around to find no one. When I turned back, though, there he was.

Right in front of my face.

I jumped backwards and fell off the stump. "If you're going to be a killer, Sky, then you need to improve your game. You're too... ah, what's the word I'm looking for?.. jumpy. You need to be prepared for anything at any time and anywhere," he said with a smug look on his face.

"I didn't ask for a lesson on survival skills and fighting," I hissed. "And even if I wanted one, it wouldn't be from you."

"Ah, the fiesty type, huh?" he smirked. "I like that."

"What the hell do you want from me?" I replied. "And how do you know my name?"

"I know a lot more about you than your name, babe."

Did he just call me babe?

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well I know about your family, you're an only child, your father died when you were 7, you had an abusive mother..." he dragged on with facts about me and my family, some of which I didn't even know about. I was shocked. Utterly and entirely shocked.

"H-how..?" I stuttered.

He held up a notebook. An looking ordinary notebook. No, wait, my notebook.

"Where did you find that?" I asked. I was both extremely upset and completely scared at the same time. "I did a little breaking and entering. That is, before you burned your house down." He pulled out his knife and began twirling it on the tips of his fingers.

I looked at him, confused.

He saw the confusion on my face and answered the question that I was about to ask-

"I've been watching you for a while now, Sky. Two years ago. That first night that I saw your house, I thought it'd make a perfect target. I heard yelling coming from the kitchen. I'm guessing it was you and your mother arguing. I snuck into your window and hid under your bed and waited. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and then you walked in and slammed your door and sat on your bed. Later that night, after you had fallen asleep, I got out from under your bed. I was about to kill you, but something stopped me. I saw the cuts on your wrists, the bruises all over you, the look of distress on your sleeping face. I thought it'd be easier if I just ended it all, but I knew I couldn't. I knew you had some potential, and that maybe someday you could be of use to me. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. So instead of killing you, I learned more about you, your interests, your life, what you've been through. I snuck into your window almost every night, and, well, you get it..."

I just nodded. I needed time to comprehend all of this.

Just the thought of a serial killer breaking into my house, watching me, and looking through my stuff made me feel extremely eerie.