Jeff the Killer (heart break)

Wake up

*•*•*•*•*my friends were trolling me all week sorry *falls on face* well I'm going to do what I always do and that is look for my missing pop•*•*•*•*




Chapter 11




"Emily p.o.v."




I grabbed the now slaughtered nurse and slipped her under the bed with ease. Stupid little whore was so thin.




I walked over to the mirror and touched my now white, leathery skin.

The only thing running through my mind at the moment was how Jeff's going to react.




I made my way over to the cabinets. I was so dizzy from all the morphine I was on. Before I opened the cabinet, I tore out the I.V. I watched the lil blood that happened to fall down onto my hand.




After struggling to put on my clothing, I made my way over to the mirror one last time. My hair was still the same, but when put to my skin, it was the only color left. It seems the pink has been burned out. My eyes were still the same except for the fact that my eyelids had a thin black ring around around them.




"Guess I won't need to buy anymore eyeliner."




I opened the window that led to the roof of the Charlie Saint hospital.

I climbed down the side of the building.




I made it to the bottom of the red bricked building. I looked into the window that was in front of me. To my surprise, I saw a little girl looking back at me. Her eyes weren't full of terror like most people, but instead, she was smiling. I watched as she lifted her hand that held a I.V. in it and waved.




I gave her a little wave, but I didn't leave before looking at the clipboard at the foot of her hospital bed.

I read the name out loud.




"Emily...?"







I was half way to Jeff's house when I spotted a women pit side of her White House. She was watering her flowers.

She had blue denim jeans and a purple v neck shirt on. Her long blonde hair flowed in the wind. She looked like the perfect little preppy blondes that you would see in a high school movie.




I felt a jealous rage build up inside of me. What would Jeff think think about me now?




The thought left me for the last time as I made my way across the street and up to the women without her even knowing. I withdrew the knife from my pocket.




My mind went from fantasy to Fantasy.

I made up my mind about how I was going to end her.




I grabbed a fist full of her blonde locks of hair and forced her head into the dirt of her own flower bed. I took my knife and forced it in her thigh. I backed away from her and listened to her cry's of pain. I left my knife in her leg so I could watch her try to run.