Falling In Love With Maniacs (Creepy Pasta [Jeff The Killer] Smut)

Walking Into My Own Cell

Thanks for your comments! Means a lot! I'm making the chapters a little longer now, so it'll take a little longer to update! There may be a little bit of Jeff in the end, but defiantly in the next chapter!

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                                  WALKING INTO MY OWN CELL

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I wake up, aching from the previous night event. I get up from my twin sized bed and look around my small room- still looks the same. My small desk is still in the corner next to my window with my little black fossil like laptop on it, my old wooden dresser with all my unmoved junk on it, and my small black nightstand with my phone and clock. I check the time- 7:21, 'shit gotta get to school' I think to myself.

I try my best to ignore my aching limbs while moving around and changing. I put on gray sweats, black converse, plain black long sleeve shirt, and I black sweater. I look in my bathroom mirror. I put my hair down to cover up my neck bruise. I stare at myself. I look at my dark red hair, small nose, my thin lips and hazel eyes. Finally I stop looking and brush my teeth. I walk down the stairs, grab myself an Apple, put on my black messenger bag and head out the door.

I walk outside. The air is cool, something to expect in the fall. My small neighborhood is quiet like always. I only hear the hum of car engines and small conversations. I walk to park, take my usual morning route in the woods.

I always feel safe in the forest. I like the sound of nature. It's peaceful. It's my escape. I get into deep thoughts... I hate my life- like completely hate. I can't escape. I can't tell anyone about my abuse. My step father is my only guardian-only support. Anyways no one would believe me. He's a policeman- the chief to be exact. No one will believe me. And I Hate It! I can't live with this pain everyday. It's too much for a 16 year old. But one day I'll fight back- one day I'll get my revenge.

Eventually I make it out the woods and see my high school- Stephansin high. It's a big flat building that covers the whole block . I walk into the building, making sure not to make any eye contact- keeping my head down. I hear whispers and snickers. I'm the 'outcast' in Stephansin. Always wearing black, never talking to anyone, never changes to participate in gym. I'm just not wanted. I'm the so called  'goth', 'emo', 'freak'.

I make it to my locker and put my messenger bag in and take out my first period notebook. I close my locker but regret it. The 'populars' are right there going towards me. Carlos a small dude with a bad but 'stylish' haircut, Amber the most cocky female in the universe, Christopher the most annoying but 'handsome' dude, and Jocelyn shy, quiet but beautiful.

They walk up to me. Christopher slams me into my locker causing me to drop my stuff. Carlos grabs my notebook from the floor and tears it in half. Amber goes up to me. "Hey freak, how's it going?" She says smiling, "looks like you couldn't make your hair descent this weekend huh. And you still have these rags from last year. Poor little mutt, I'm going to miss you during break".

The whole hallway burst into laughter. "Well I gotta go because I actually have a life" Amber says and walks away. Christopher slams me into the locker once again and goes with her, Carlos throws me my ripped notebook and follows. When they walk a certain distance Jocelyn goes into her bag and hands me an empty notebook. "Thanks" I say. "No problem" she whispers, then follows her friends.

1,2,3 periods fly by without any serious events. 4th period comes along- lunch. I walk into the lunchroom. I see my best friends Alexandra and Izzy sitting at our usual table in the back. They are the only reasons why I haven't killed myself. They made my day, always. They make me smile and laugh. They are awesome.

I sit between them. "Haii girl" Izzy says with the best feminine voice she can. "Hi Izzy" I laugh. "Anything happen yesterday" Alex says concerned. I nod. "how bad" Iz whispers. I lift up both my sleeves to expose my bruises and move my hair from my neck. Making sure they got a good enough look I fixed my sweater. "Oh God..." is all they could say. "Yea" I say back.

"I'm going to kill him one day" Alex says. "I'll help" Iz says. "Thanks" I say forcing a smile. No I'm the one who'll do it- no help, only me.

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School is over- another day of hell done. I'm glad that we're going into break. I take the wood route back home. I take my time, I don't want to go home. I chose a random route, I feel like exploring. The trees over here are thicker, I like it. It's quiet over here, the only thing I hear is the rustling of the leaves above me.  I get lost in my thoughts again.

I talk out loud to myself. "How can I get back at him, I hate him-Hate! 16 years had to be enough, God! I'm sick of this abuse. Why me, Dammit! Why Me!" I scream. "I'm seriously going to kill him, how can I without getting caught? I have to". I punch the nearest tree and slump to the ground and start to cry.

"Did I hear kill?" I look up and hold in my scream. His face was unbelievable. His eyes were black, I think he has no eyelids. But the most disturbing thing was his lips. He has a long cut on his mouth that makes him have a huge grin. He has a bloody white sweater on and on his hands was a knife.

I stand up "who are you?" I ask. "Well, beautiful my name is Jeff". Wait, beautiful??? I'm confused- and scared. I have to get out of here. I turn to run but he blocks my way, "hey, where are you going" he says. Damn I'm screwed "I'm going home, and away from you". "Why is that" he says while moving his knife to my neck, "I want to have fun". "Get off of me" I say.

He places the knife closer to my neck, it stings. "You don't look scared, why not?" He says "are you not afraid to die?" "Actually, I want to" I say. "Hmm, oh really". He leans into my ear, "you're way to pretty to die" he hums. Wait what? He's a killer, why isn't he killing me. "stop playing with me" I say. "I'm not" he says and removes the knife from my neck. "What kind of killer are you, not even killing your victim" I say concerned.

"You're different" he says then moves my hair and sees my bruise. "Who did this" he whispers. "No one" I say and move my hair back. "Did the person who's abusing you do this". "Just leave me alone" I reply and walk away.

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woot! How ya like?!?! I'll make the next chapter full of Jeff and hopefully some smut? I don't know. Well comment and follow! o(≧∇≦o)