Wake up (a jeff the killer love story)

chapter 1

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before you start reading this i'd like to say...im new here so if i mess up this story .. please dont get mad at me .. and yes, this is a jeff the killer love story , hope you like it...

(EDIT: Saturday, 23 August 2014)

*I'm re-editing this, guys. Hope you enjoy :) *

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Jeff

My name is Jeff, and ever since I was 13, I snapped. Yes, I admit I have no control over my actions most of the time. And it tortures me to know what kind of things I have done. To my family, to my friends, to the innocent people who didn't deserve to die.

Infact, I just killed someone a few moments ago. I wish I could stop killing people.

As I was running to the woods, something caught my eye.

A house. A plain house.

Which,- somehow-seemed familiar. Too familiar. Ignore it Jeff, ignore it.

But as hard as I tried to leave the house alone, I just couldn't ignore it. So I went over to the house. I noticed that it was covered in dust and it meant that it was abandoned.

I grasped the round door knob, and turned it.

I took a step forward, and the wooden floor made an eerie sound. I looked around and I noticed a few photo frames. They were all photos of what looked like a happy family.

I came closer to the objects, and held them in my hands. As I brushed off the dust I realized that it was a photo of me and my family.

Oh, that's why it's so familiar. This is, my house. Where i lived before. . .

before 'that' happened.

I started exploring the whole place, as memories came flooding back.

I walked into a room which I would recognize anytime. Liu's room.

As I looked around, the first thing that caught my eye was a book on his desk. Curiosity got the better of me; I opened the book.

Ah, it was a diary.

this is what it said :

Dear Diary ,

I miss my brother so dearly. I wish I could just see him for one last time, and that'd be the only thing I want.

But I'm sick of this,

Sick of having to live in this old abandoned house all on my own.

Sick of having to write my thoughts in this old book, when I feel like everyday this is the only thing I can write.

I'm mostly sick of being alone.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, and where I should go now.

I don't know why I'm still alive, either.

But I don't care anymore. The only goal I have left to achieve is to find Jeff. Yes, I have to find my long lost brother.

no matter what !

I don't care if he has lost his mind, he will always be my hero. He is my little brother. And I will always love him. . .  

And possibly, if he is reading this, I just want him to know that I hope he is alright.

I was about to spill my tears, but no. I can't. I wont cry anymore.

I'm a psycho now.

Why would I have to care ? Why does he even care ?

Ugh, I don't understand things like these.

This is my life now, and I'll have to accept that sooner or later.

Though sometimes

I just can't help but,

Hope that I could--

No, stop it Jeff. You'll never get that life back. It's all history now. Just stop hoping. Who needs Liu anyway? I know I don't. I don't need anyone or anything anymore.

I exited the house and ran off to the woods.

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(EDIT: Saturday, 23 August 2014)

*Hi. I'm re-editing everything.

Obviously, duh.

But just the first two chapters because I made a lot of mistakes with the words. :/

Okay, that's about it.

And I think I'll re-edit the second chapter tomorrow. Cause' I'm too lazy to do it now. DX

Okay, bye guys*