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

~Chapter 2: Jeff

Try To Get Out Alive (A Creepypasta Romance) 

Chapter Two

Amber P.O.V

 I jolted awake in my bed, looking around. I found my window open, even though I remember it being closed all the way. 

Tears fell down my cheeks as my cheek stung with more tears. I wiped them off with the back of my hand. When I drew my hand back, there was blood staining my cheek, and when I looked down, I noticed the blood stain that was on pants where I wiped them in the dream. I gasped and hustled to the bathroom. 

Under my eye, trailing to my mouth, was a deep cut. I cried, and the more I cried, the more pain and blood poured out. I took a towel and dabbed and flushed the cut out. I pondered how it got there in the fisrt place. Surely it was a dream, but...how? I tried to remember the dream, but it was quickly fading away from me. A cold, dark room...a knife? 

How could a knife cut me in a dream? 

I wandered back to my room and drew my curtains back and let the sunlight pour in and I sighed. 

"Amber! Are you ready for school?" my mom called. 

Oops. Forgot about school. Dang. 

"Almost!" i replied, quickly changing into black skinnies, a white skull tee, and black and white checkerboard Vans. 

I quickly brushed my bleached blonde layered hair and fit it into my gray slouch beanie over my head. Putting at least three pounds of foundation over my cut, I brushed my teeth. 

Rushing downstairs, I seized my pocket knife, grabbed my book bag, and headed towards my mom. 

"Bye, honey," she said, and I kissed her on the cheek and headed out the door. 

I heard the lock from the house click to say it was locked, but then it clicked again, and my mom appeared on the porch. 

"Amber," she said. I stopped to turn to look at her. "What happened to your cheek?" she asked. 

Shit. 

"Uh...Well, when I was going to bed, I went to pull my hair up and my nails stabbed me. I am going to cut them when I get home tonight." I lied and tried to assure her. 

"Mm...okay! Have a great day!" she said, even though her face told me she didn't buy it as she closed the door and locked it. 

So, apparently, my makeup didn't cover my cut, so on the way to the bus stop, I quickly rubbed it all off as best as I could. Going to the bus stop was really sketchy, so I seized my pocket knife and clicked it open, holding it tightly. Hey! You never know when a random dude will jump out and kill you in these woods.

As I rounded the final corner to of my street, i relaxed a little. About seven people stood in the distance, I retracted my knife and slid it back into my pocket. Karin was already there, shit. Instead of standing in my usual spot with Karin, I have to stand on the opposite side of the stop, making me the last person to get on. The bus driver needed to make a rule where seniors can tell the puny freshmen that they are in their seat, or to give up their seat. 

I sighed. It's not like it mattered, anyways. If I got a seat alone on the bus, that would be the best option possible. I don't mind being alone, except when people stare at you. 

I could feel Karin's gaze burning into me, and I nervously fiddled with my fingers, staring at the ground. 

The bus kinda saved me from the overly-awkward experience, but little did I know, there was more freakishness and awkwardness to come. Being the last one on, I struggled to find a seat. There were about three spots open, one next to Karin, and empty seat that I assumed had water in it, and another next to a guy I didn't know. 

I sighed. I looked like the senior bus trick wasn't going to work this time.

I took the seat next to the unknown guy.

His white hoodie was kinda baggy on him, and it had red splotches on it, most likely blood, but surprisingly, it didn't bother me. His hair was black, stringy, and lifeless as it concealed his face from my view. He didn't move when I sat down next to him. 

He cleared his throat. 

"Hey, Amber...?" he asked, staring at the ground. 

I nodded, "Yep, that's me. How do you you know me?" I asked. 

"Heard 'bout you and Karin." he replied. 

Oh. I stiffened up. "It only happened yesterday, how could...?" I trailed off. 

No answer. 

"So...uh...what's your name?" I offered. 

"Jeff." He replied looking at me for the first time. 

Now I knew why no one had sat next to him.