Heart Shaped Blood Stains (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 9.

I was shaking; so, completely terrified as I sat alone in the back room of the old apartment.

I couldn't do this, I couldn't do this, I couldn't do this....

I realized I couldn't hold in the tears that I have been hiding ever since my medication wore off, and I let them slide sadly down my cheeks.

I miss Kyle, I miss Weebles, I miss all my friends and family, and it's only been hours I've spent here with Jeff.

I think back and wish I wouldn't have been loopy from the drugs for my concussion, because I most likely wouldn't be in this situation. But, I could also be dead. So could my family.

My family...

I bet everyone's worried sick. Kyle probably called everyone, and the cops. They could be searching for me at this very moment.

I sat there huffing and puffing, staring at the knife that could take Luke's life.

But would it be the knife? Or would it be me?

I couldn't bare all of these emotions, it was just too much. I needed to get out of here, but I'm sure he'll quickly find me.

As I sat there thinking, and wiping the last few tears from my face, I twirled the knife around and around; pulling myself into a trance.

If, by chance, I do kill Luke, or anyone, will I snap like Jeff?

Jeff kicked the bedroom door open.

Speak of the devil, I thought to myself.

"Kate, I want to prepare you," he says as he reaches his hand out for me to take. I slowly take it as I study him.

He helps me off the bed and stares at me with concern. "Have you been crying?" he asks as he looks at my puffy eyes.

"Uhh..."

"Kate, did I hurt you? Are you okay?" He grabs my wrists gently.

This was weird. The guy who kills everyone in sight asks if I'm okay after he kidnaps me and forces me to kill with him. I felt anger clawing its way into me, but I wouldn't dare. He's dangerous. No angry killers, please.

"No... I-I'm just nervous," Well, I wasn't lying.

I see him grin under the cut smile. "You'll do just fine, Kate."

I shiver.

"Aim for the stomach first, so he won't see it coming. Then when he's stunned, aim for the heart!" he shouts, evilly happy.

"I-.... Okay," I sigh, looking down with deep sadness.

He grins a terribly evil smile and walks out of the room.

I was numb. I was so afraid; so vulnerable, in many ways. I didn't want to tell him no because I knew he would go after Kyle, my parents, and I just knew he would go after Weebles. All of those innocent beings murdered, because of me. That would be so cruel and selfish.

Killing Luke would be, as well...

I bury my face in my hands and whimper. I'm pathetic. Because I remember my wise aunt's words: "Follow your heart". Way deep down, my heart wanted to stay, even though my mind was screaming, "Run, you crazy bitch!"

I sniffle and wipe my face, standing on my weak legs and carrying myself to the window. I look out to see a tall clock tower way out in the distance. It glowed in a eerie yellow light; the time reading 10:45.

Oh God...

It was time.... time to meet Luke.

My stomach was twisted and raveled in many knots; my heart was going to bust from hypertension. I sat myself back on the bed as an overwhelming sensation washed over me, waiting for Jeff to come in and ruin my life. I think about all the things I will have to leave behind after I do this crime.