The Song of a Killer (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Chapter 1

I slammed my door shut, locked it, then ran to and fell on my bed. Another fight. Their words echoed in my head over and over again. Worthless, stupid, bitch, lazy, slut. What kind of parents would say that to their daughter? Once again, those feelings of hatred and demonic words filled my brain. Kill, hate, ruin, slit, cut, hurt, sadness, pain. I pushed them away once again; of course these horrifying words and words of feeling have come into my head more than once. Soon, the tears started pouring from my eyes and the laughter escaped my lips. Hearing my own laugh scared me, yet at the same time it felt right. I got up and looked into my black-framed mirror and took in my appearance; what a boring appearance to have. I stared at my face with its big hazel eyes, button nose, and thin, pale-pink lips, criticizing each feature. Next I gazed at my thin wavy black hair that cascaded down my shoulders, scoffing in disgust. Finally, I soaked up my body's shape. Hardly any curves, olive skin tone, and barely and "womanly" features were noticeable. "Perfect," I scoffed as I wiped my blood-shot eyes. Just then, I heard my mom yell up to me, "Melody, get down stairs now!"

                I groaned as I sulked to the door to unlock it, but before I reached my destination, I felt a slight breeze in my room. I turned around to find the window open. "I don't remember opening this," I muttered as I went to shut the open void. I had put both hands on the cool glass when I felt a hot breath of air on my neck, suddenly, I felt  a sharp blade on the front of my throat. "Shh, just go to sleep," a dark low voice whispered in my ear.
                "Melody!" my mom bellowed as she stomped up the stairs.
                "Shit! I'm not finished with you," the voice growled as he let me go. I swung myself around and quickly scanned the appearance of my attacker. He was about six feet and one inch and was wearing black dress pants with a white hoodie. His shaggy black hair fell an inch or two past his shoulders, contrasting with his pale white skin. The last thing I noticed was his face. His eyes were black and were surrounded with thick, black, circular burn marks, and his smile...blood red lips with the rest of it carved in from the corners of his mouth. He looked thin, but the strength he exhibited as he shoved me aside said otherwise. Why did he look so familiar to me, like I've seen him before? "Goodbye, Melody. Sleep tight," he sang as he jumped out of the window.

                I just stood there in bewilderment as my mom knocked on the door obnoxiously, telling me dinner was ready. I slowly walked to the door, unlocked it, and sauntered down the stairs. I didn't even bother to shut the window. 

As I walked down the stairs and into the dining room, I saw my family already eating, Of course, this didn't bother me. I was used to it. I quickly grabbed a plate and filled it up with the spaghetti that was already cold, then swiftly sat down at the table. It was silent for a bit when my mom finally said, "So, why aren't you dropping time?"
                I knew she was talking about swimming. That was one topic she'd always push my buttons on. I swallowed the food I had already put into my mouth and said calmly, "If you haven't noticed, I have been." I took another bite of food and looked at my plate; I could feel the daggers that she was throwing at me.  She suddenly spat, "No, you're not. You keep adding and not going your best times right now. You don't do shit, Melody, you're not going to..." She kept going on and on about it. I tried to tune her out but she just kept ranting.

                "Alright! I'm done!" I yelled as I threw my fork down on my plate. The voices came in my head again and were telling me to leave the room before I did something irrational. The other voices in my head were telling me to hurt her and that she didn't deserve my niceness. I grabbed my plate and put it in the kitchen before storming back upstairs to my room. I heard my mom chasing after me, my sibling crying, and my dad trying to console him.

                "Melody, what the hell are you doing? This is why you're not going to be successful, you're so immature!" the demon called.