BlueBird •A Jeff The Killer Fanfic•

Chapter 5

I barely got any sleep that night. I kept having nightmares. Each time it was the same thing. Stevan. By four o' clock in the morning, I gave up on sleeping. I just laid there, waiting for morning to come. I can't stand this anymore. I get up and get ready by daybreak, half an hour earlier than I needed to be ready. I take my bluebird necklace off and stare at it. Sure it was small, but it meant the world to me. This tiny little charm was the only thing I had left from Stevan.

"Carla! It's time to get u-... Oh you're already awake," my mom says, rudely bursting into my room. I wave and walk past her to the kitchen. Why did I even go here? I'm not hungry. I pull out my notebook and pull up a picture of Jeff on my phone and begin to draw him while I wait for everyone to get ready. I did a decent job until I got to his cuts on his lips. The whole picture looked like crap. Luckily, it was time to go to school.

I felt like everyone was talking about me behind my back more than usual today. It felt as if everyone was starting at me. I hated taking the bus, but it's either that, or walking. Even that isn't sounding so bad anymore.

School was horrible. Everyone decided to be my friend and try to comfort me. I just wanted to be alone. It sucks when people you see everyday talking about you behind your back all of a sudden decide to be a friend with you for a single day. I decided to walk home so I could be alone. Jason and his gang decided to follow me. One of them ran ahead of me and tripped me. The gang laughed. I hate them. I hate them so much. I wish someone would kill them.

"Hey freak!" Jason taunted. "How about you learn to walk on your own two feet?"

I walk over to Jason and kick him in the stomach. His friends launch at me, but I dodge them. They all pulled out knives. Jason slices my arm and I cry out in pain, clutching the cut which was bleeding quickly. One of the guys kicks me to the ground once again. I'm pinned down and Jason takes his knife and raises it.

"Go to sleep!" I hear someone yell. I look over to see the guy I backhanded yesterday with his neck slit. I don't know why, but I sighed in relief. Jason got off from on top of me, forced me to stand on my own two feet, and holds me with his knife pressed against my neck.

"Let me go, you asshole," I struggled. The blade slightly broke the skin. I felt warm blood trickle down my neck.

"Let her go," Jeff says, turning to Jason after killing the last of Jason's group. All of their throats were slit. Jeff's covered in their blood.

"And if I don't?" Jason smirks.

"I'll make sure you're death is ten times more dreadful then theirs was," Jeff slowly walks towards us. Jason laughs. I look at Jeff with fear. The knife cuts more of my neck. I whimper, closing my eyes.

"Last chance," Jeff says.

Silence.

I open my eyes to see that Jeff had stabbed Jason before the rest of my neck was slit. My head spins and I fall to the ground. Jeff calls out my name and catches me before my head hit the concrete. I was slowly losing consciousness. My eyelids felt heavier and heavier.

"Carla, stay with me. Come on," Jeff says. The sound of police sirens ring through the air. "I'll be back," he mutters, gently lays me down on the sidewalk, and runs away. I hear cops yelling at Jeff, but he's gone.

I let my eyes close and sink into darkness.