Jeff and jane the killer

Jane's P.O.V

I stare at my blade covered in blood and then stare at my drenched wrist. I chuckle. Finally I feel no pain towards cutting. I then snap out of it and check my clock, 8:26. Fuck!! I get up really quickly, put on my black hoodie and do my eyeliner and just don't even bother brushing my hair or at least looking in the mirror. Time to go to fucking hell. (school)


Jeff's P.O.V

Right now I just feel so nervous at what I did. I nearly killed 3 kids.! Agh fuck those people they tried messing with me and my brother. As I went downstairs to eat breakfast I pretended as if nothing happened and sat down next to my brother.

"Good morning sweet heart" mom said.

I just ignored her , as always. I looked at my brother and he gave me a "don't act suspicious" look.

"So guys how'd it go at school yesterday"

"Uhh.... errg..." I literally couldn't speak.


"It went great! I got an A on My science test"

Thank god my brother knows how to lie. As my mom and brother had a clean conversation I ate quickly and just left to who knows where. I don't know where I was going but I'll just come back later on.


Jane's P.O.V


As I walk through the hallways all the people who kiss ass to teachers stare at me like if I'm some kind of "thing". ugh can't I just kill myself?! Or these people.
I go straight to my locker and just as I was gonna open it Emily the popular girl came along.


"Hey emo bitch" she said as she giggled.

"My names Jane you dumb hoe"

"Yeah whatever just go slit your wrists you satanic cunt" she left giggling like a stupid white girl.

Ugh why can't she just go to Starbucks using her daddy's credit card. I just seriously wish she was gone, or tortured to death.
I walked in to the middle of 1st period and sat next to..... next to no one because I have no friends. I'm basically an outcast here. I sit down and just watch as everyone socializes and gossip about weird girly things. ugh I don't know how they get along.

Well I got through the day and I just seriously always pull myself from killing anyone. suicidal thought? me? No suicide is a joke to me. I want to murder, just feel the gushing blood of the people I hate. I wanna hear them beg for their lives as I hold a blade to their throats. oh gosh.... well now you know my insane side.


Jeff's P.O.V

I took a walk at the empty park. And I have this feeling I've never had before, well a feeling I had for the first time when I beat those kids' asses. But this time I wanna keep this feeling, I feel so alive when I feel this way.
I felt something sharp in my left pocket. What could it be? I tried feeling what it was by grabbing it through the outside of the pocket but I rapidly felt frustration in knowing exactly what it was. I just put my hand in y pocket and pulled the mysterious sharp object. It's my blade. I felt like using it it.... not on me but on someone.
I saw a guy around my age. I still have this feeling.... I look at my blade then at the guy running multiple time then I started walking towards him.