Jeff the Killer (heart break)

If only you knew...

Writers p.o.v

I made my way to the kitchen to refuel my thinking cap with a pop. When I came across my target, I only thought about what would go with this. I placed my pop on the table to go grab a cookie to only return to find out my pop is gone!!!




Chapter 3




When I came to, I found out I was still in the woods where I dragged Jane into. As I attempted to stand up, a flash of pain surged through me. I laid back down, trying to ignore the pain. I looked down at my sweat shirt to only find that Jane has taken it.




"Looks like you've been in one hell of a knife fight." I said to myself. As I tried to stand up, the pain just told me to lay back down and go to sleep....




"Hey Jeffery, how you doing, fuck face?" Said a familiar voice.




I opened my eyes to see Jane's looking right back at me.




"Wow," she said with a smug voice. "I wonder what happened to you, Jeff. Did you get into a fight with Eyeless Jack and Ben?" She laughed.




"Go to sleep, Jane," I said with a strained voice.




"Hmm..." She hummed. "I don't want to. I'm not tired."




She walked over to a stream and filled a plastic bottle with water.




How could I not notice that!? I thought. My throat has been killing me.




She walked back over to me and opened to bottle she has just filled up with water.




"Open up, Jeffery." She said with a harsh tone.




"Don't ever call me Jeffery again." I said, snatching the bottle of water from her.




I put the bottle up to my lips and downed it in less then five seconds.




"Wow, you must have been thirsty." She said with a caring tone in her voice.




We both sat there in the middle of the forest in total silence for a few more minutes.




"Hey, Jeff," said Jane with a soft voice. I sat up with a strain to look her in the eyes.




"What?" I replied in a harsh tone, my fingers wrapping around the handle of my knife.




"Um..." She hesitated.




"Why did you ruin my life?"




I was shocked by the look on her face. It looked as if she was about to cry.




"Well, are you going to answer?" She said in a shaky voice.




I looked her in the eyes and laughed.

"It was the funniest thing I remember doing!" I answered. "I wish I could do it again just to watch you cry so I can laugh in your face."




Sadness turned into rage as she took her foot a kicked my chest. Falling back to ground, I almost forgot about the previous wounds she gave me earlier.




"I can't even b-believe I t-tried to help you!" She screamed.




I withdrew the knife from my pocket and stabbed her thigh. I watched as she fell to the ground beside me, hugging her leg once more.




I stood up and looked back at Jane, and then the stream. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, I dragged her over to the stream and dunked her face into the water.




Countless bubbles came from the stream. I watched with amusement as she flailed around, trying to get me to release my grip. I held her under the water until she stopped struggling so much.




I brought her head from under the water. She fell to her hands and knees gasping for air. I then brought my foot down on her back.




Ripping my knife out of her leg, I took off towards home.




I was almost to the edge of the woods when I heard a loud crying.




Jane's. I thought. It could only be hers.




I ran back to Jane only to find out she has passed out from the loss of blood.




Mustering all the energy I had left, I picked her up bridle style and made our way back to my house.




It must have been a long while because Jane had woken up.




"J-jeff?" She asked in the softest voice I've ever heard her use.




"Yes jane?" I asked.




"Thanks for not leaving me....."