Jeff the Killer (heart break)

Why?

I'm at school eating lunch 0'3'0










Chapter 8







I opened the door slowly and wiped my feet on the mat. I made my way into the kitchen a pulled out a large bottle of whiskey I stole from a drinker a while ago.




I made my way back from the kitchen and found Emily standing in the doorway, staring back at me with a huge smile across her face.




I took the top off of the bottle and took a quick swig. Its strong, bitter taste tingled my tongue.




I reached over and offered Emily some whisky. Even if she's not supposed to have any alcohol, who's going to stop her? Her dad can't do anything now.




She reached over and lifted the bottle to her lips slowly. I watched as she took a long sip before handing me back the bottle.




After she wiped the whiskey from her lips, her smile returned. I sat in the couch in complete darkness. I reached into my hoodie and withdrew my knife. I placed it on the top of my finger and started balancing it.




I looked over to see Emily sitting next to me on the couch watching in amusement.




"Hey, Jeff?" She asked in a soft voice. "I want you to teach me how kill people."




I looked up at Emily and stared her hard in her eyes.




"I'm not the one to teach people." I said in a low voice. "Besides, you can't do what I do in a hundred years."




She stood up and looked me in my face with a pout.




"Pretty please, Jeffy?" She asked in a childish tone. "I wanna learn how to."




I stood up and walked into the kitchen and over to the knife deck and picked a medium sized knife with jagged teeth.




I walked over to the door, almost tripping over the ugly red and dingy orange rug. I could have swore I heard that bitch laugh.




I opened up the door and pointed outside.




"Well," I started, pointing down across the stream to an old apartment building. "Are you coming?"




I watched as her whole face lit up with excitement.




"But there's a catch, my dear Emily." I said with a devious smile on my face. "You have to carve a smile into every victim you kill."




She looked me in the eyes and took the knife from my hand.




We ran down the street towards the old apartment building.




"Who ever kills the most victims wins" I said, tracing my scarred face.