...but why...?

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           He started to Slowly dig the sharp blade into my skin on my neck. I froze for a moment feeling the blood drops fall from my neck. I squealed a bit in pain as his smile grew bigger from his grin. I got back reality. Right as i was about to kick him off he stopped. He just sat there on top of me still staring. I felt my heart pounding from fear.

   So many thoughts were filling my head. "why did he stop" and "does he remember me?" and also "am I crazy!!!" AND SO MANY MORE. I manage to say "Jeff?"               

                -Jeff's POV -                                                                                                                                        I jumped on this  girls bed pinning her down. Normally i don't play with my victims but i did with this one. I started slowly digging my knife into her neck. She squealed underneath me making me grin evilly. I stopped and stared at her. She looked... she looked familiar. Is that... Ezra....? "Jeff..?" i hear her say.

    -Ezra's POV- 

 "Are you gonna kill me or no" i asked bluntly. He looked at me confused. "what?" he said deeply. "you want me to kill you?" I kinda just shrugged it off. "why haven't you killed me yet?" i asked a bit annoyed. i didn't WANT to die. Although he is a killer and he isn't doing his job. Plus i'm okay with dying. I'm okay with living. I just live each day as if i was gonna die tomorrow. He looked like he got put off guard by me saying it so i took what may have been my only chance of doing it. I kicked him off of me and i jumped off my bed garbing my knife out from under my bed. I held it out in front of me ready to protect myself.

   He rolled his eye lid-less eyes and he said "come with me" in a demanded voice. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and i disbelieving everything he said. "if you don't ill kill you." I shrugged and nodded. What even. Before could grab me i took my phone and told him it was only for music. I mean if I needed call the cops by now I would have yelled or something.He grabbed me strongly by the arm and tugged me out the window.

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