Lethal Passion (Jeff The Killer)

Chapter 35. First Encounter

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【Marika's POV】

I was standing in the middle of the dark, not a single thing can be seen as the darkness swallowed me. I was panicked, I turned around, searched for a sign.

"Hello?" My voice echoed throughout the pitch-black place.

Not knowing where to go, I just ran. Hoping to escape the shadows. Then I saw dim light, far ahead of me. My heart was pounding against my chest as I ran breathlessly, I got closer and closer but realized I wasn't alone.

Standing far in front of me, was a man. Not just any man, it was the killer wearing a white hoodie, blocking the light. All I could see was the wicked smile carved on his face as his hoodie hides the rest of his unimaginable appearance.

As I backed away, he stepped closer and took out a knife. Alarmed, I ran the opposite direction of him and once again plunged myself in the dark. The sound of his footsteps disappeared as I ran farther in the dark, I took this as a chance to rest. I glanced behind me and saw him gone but the feeling of anxiety stayed.

I was about to run again but as soon as I turned around, I saw him standing in front of me. He raised the knife, ready to take my life.

I gasped and bolted upwards. My breathing was ragged as I examine my surroundings, I'm still in the kitchen . . .

The feeling of intense fear and depression crawled it's way up to me, causing me to cry desperately. I sobbed louder as I rethink of the nightmare I just had.

After minutes and minutes of crying, I realized I was crying because of a dream which is the result of my negativity, I need to pull myself together. I took deep breaths to calm myself and washed my face in the kitchen sink even though the tears wouldn't stop flowing. ugh.

I noticed through the window that it was dark out, I checked my phone and saw that it was only one in the morning. Right on cue, my stomach growled which reminds me, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday, I can't go out at this time of the night, it's too dangerous and risky especially when there's a killer after you.

I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my jacket, well . . . at least my crying stopped. But what the heck do I do for food? I don't know how to cook and I definitely won't call James just to cook for me.

I stared at the kitchen stove, I opened the cabinets and saw it filled with various ingredients. Maybe I should give it a go, i'm gonna die soon anyway might as well try it.

I took out the kitchen utensils and ingredients from the fridge and cabinets and even a medicine kit, just in case. Soup is easy to cook, I think. Well, Kevin taught me how long ago but I ended up setting the kitchen on fire. Neat.

I started boiling water and chopping vegetables on the wooden board. The house is so quiet . . . It feels gloomy, I realized that maybe death isn't so bad after all. My life is completely meaningless, it's pointless. Sure, I have my career and I want to do more things with my life but it isn't the same when you're alone, the depression is slowly becoming unbearable.

"Shit." I hissed as I accidentally cut my finger, now this is what I gain for being lost in thought.

Blood oozed from the cut and I quickly washed it away on the sink, that is the last thing I want to see. I shuddered as I remembered what Kevin and my family looked like when they were . . . You know. I wish I could just forget it, Seeing Kevin like that reminded me of Liu and my parents' death, it's revolting.

I grabbed the first-aid kit and started wrapping a bandage around the wound. Somehow, I knew this will happen.

"Still as clumsy as ever . . ."