Smile Darling (Jeff the Killer)

Understanding

Last weeks events really shook my mom. She wouldn't come out of her room, she seemed like she just shut down. She would say, "I didn't believe you, when all along you had been trying to save my life." She was feeling guilty that she thought I was lying. I don't blame her, I had always been one to lie to get a attention when I was little. I honestly feel bad for her. She had actually found someone that she thought liked, when they had been waiting to stab her in the back.

Colby seemed fine with everything. I guess he's just trying to forget about he events that took place. A 5-year old should never have to go through something like that. No one should. I can't believe Brian would have been so heartless as to kill a little kid. I would have killed Brian myself if Jeff hadn't beat me to it. To this day I want to snap that awful mans neck! Even if he isn't alive.

Dreams overcome me at night. Terrifying ones. Colby being killed by Brian, Mom pulling the trigger on herself. I wake up screaming almost every night. I occasionally have to go and check on my mom. To make sure she isn't holding a gun to her temple, even though I know she wouldn't just leave Colby and I behind. She hasn't acted like this since the day my dad died of leukemia. My dad even told her specifically to not leave Colby and I. She promised she wouldn't, but I still questioned her thoughts.

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Victims POV

I hid in the broom closet downstairs, Hoping he wouldn't find me. I don't know how he got in. The windows were locked, and so were the doors! But I shouldn't question a criminals thoughts. Because if he found a way to get inside, then I know he is a lot smarter than me. But I'm not stupid. For I know I can't get away that easy.

I heard footsteps upstairs. It was him. I scooted back farther into the closure of the dark closet. Why did my family have to go shopping before this happened? That's when I realized they could walk through the door any second now. I heard the front door open, and my moms cheerful voice. "Tyler! We're home!" I burst out of the closet and covered my moms mouth.

"There is someone in the house. We have to get out." I said through clenched teeth. My little sister, Jenna, looked at me like I was nuts. "Who?" She asked me curiously. "I don't know! But we have to go, Now!" I said, trying to herd them out the door. But I wasn't fast enough. A hand grabbed me by the neck and threw me to the hard ground.

"Thought you could just get away, did you?" He said evilly. He was about to bring a knife to my neck when Jenna grabbed onto his leg and started screaming. "Let him go! Let him go!" Then she proceeded to bite him. "Get off of me!" He screamed at her. But Jenna didn't listen, she just kept biting.

I almost wanted to laugh. A 7 year old was beating the crap out of someone who looked about 17. It would be wrong to laugh right now, so I just tried to pry Jenna off. She could be killed! "Jenna! No time to bite! We have to get out of here!" I screamed as I tried pulling her small frame off of this cold hearted killer.

My mom was screaming in the background. She was hopping up and down. Not knowing what she should do. I finally got her to let to and we ran for the front door. But all of a sudden, Jenna became really heavy. I turned my gaze to her, and saw a knife sticking in her back. I heard that horrible man laugh. As if he knew he had gotten to me.

Jenna fell to the ground, lifeless. My mom rushed to her side and cradled her. "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a sick person! Who can't help but smile when you see someone die from your blade!" He didn't stop smiling, he hadn't since I first saw him. That's when I noticed that his so called 'smile', was permanently etched into his cheeks

"You're face.... What happened?" I asked him. I don't know why I was asking questions when this man could tear me apart. His gaze hardened. "They made me this way, they made me hurt people." "Who?" I asked him. "Three little punks, that's who. They learned they shouldn't mess with me after they lost their lives..."

Those words made my heart sink. But that feeling didn't last long. He pinned me against the wall, and said, "enough questions, it's time to go to sleep..." He raised the knife. "Fine, kill me. But know that I know why you hurt people. That I forgive you for killing my sister." He immediately lowered the knife. "I can't kill you." He said. "Wh-why?" I asked. "You understand, you actually listened closely to my words." Before I could say anything more, he was gone.