Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 1: Fight.

Try To Get Out Alive (A Creepypasta Romance) 

Chapter One

Amber P.O.V

I paced my room, phone in my hand, wondering whether or not to call Karin back. Karin is my ex best-friend. 

We had gotten into a fight about her and I's ex, Brandon. Now she hated me because I called her 'ungrateful useless disgrace to women'. Did she forget I had anger problems?

My phone buzzed and almost fell out of my hand from shock. I looked at it warily. 'Karin :D' flashed across the screen. I hesitantly tapped answer.

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Listen, Amber, I am really sorry for what I said, even though you can be a little selfish at times--" 

I cut her off "HA! And you aren't?" 

"I said at times!" she argued. 

I huffed, "Doesn't change anything!" 

"So, anyways," she continued, "I was wondering if I could come over and spend the night at your richy-rich house." she said. 

"Look, save all of your bullshit for you fucking dog. We both know that I'm not a richy-rich snob girl. And we both know that you're the stupid, fugly, ungrateful BITC--"

I was cut off by her gasp and exclamation.

"Who are you calling a bitch?" she asked.

"YOU!" I exclaimed. 

There was silence on the other end. Silence followed by sniffles. 

"Oh, for goodness sake's, go cry me a river, build a bridge and GET OVER IT!" I yelled the last three words. 

"B-B-Brandon never loved you." she sniffled. 

"Dammit, Karin! And you thought that he loved YOU?! I see the ways he looks at you. He looks at you like your a snobby, premodonna whore! Wait--you are!" I replied, getting annoyed. 

"Go hang yourself!" she said. 

Ooh that did it. 

"GO DIG A HOLE AND DIE! OOH HOW I WISH YOU WERE DEAD! OOPS, SORRY I DON'T TALK TO FAKE HOES LIKE YOU!" I yelled and hung up. I went to my options and blocked her number. 

I sighed and threw my phone at my door, and collapsed on my bed, closing my eyes. 

"Amber!" i heard my dad call. 

I groaned. "Coming." I yelled as I opened my door, kicking my phone somewhere. I walked down the hallway and the stairs with heavy feet. When I reached the bottom, I saw my mom and dad by the front door. 

"We're goin' to the store, lock the door behind us, and don't open it for anyone. You hear me?" my dad asked. 

I nodded as they headed out the door. 

"Hey," my mom whispered to me, "get some sleep." and she winked at me. 

I smiled back, "Okay mom, I will." I said as I shut and locked the door behind them. 

I dragged upstairs and collapsed on my bed, closing my eyes and sighing. 

***

I was cold, and the room I was in was pitch black, making visibility poor. I strained my eyes, searching for light, but none was to be revealed. I felt something sharp pierce my cheek and felt something wet slide down my face. I raised my hand to my cheek and drew it back immediately and wiped it on my pants. 

I felt cold hands grip my shoulders and shove me backwards. I pain hit me as I hit a hard surface. Probably the floor. I tried to move, but something had been bound around my hands and feet, and I started squirming around. A cold laughter filled my ears. I felt a cold breath on my neck as a wicked voice whispered, 

"Your not the one I remember. GO TO SLEEP!" 

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