Cold blooded(Jeff the killer fanfiction)

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I fekk to the ground. with a loud thud I hit my head hard but I wasn't going to scream and say it hurt I was so outstanding from everyone I never wanted to confess or show pain.

I looked up to see who or what was holding me down and to my suprize it was a who.His face covered with a blue mask and from the mask came a black goo

It seemed to ooze out like blood from a freshly big drawn out cut.I could feel the too because some of it dripped on my face it was warm and it kinda burned my pale cheek. The person on my seemed to be laughing at me as his grip held me down and he moved closer to my face.

''Who are you?!"

I screamed as he wouldn't let. god damnit I felt like a cop was holding me down because I was some kinda of physco killer.My thoughts were then interrupted by the person moving my bangs out of my face and saying

''Don't worry I won't hurt you,your to pretty.'' he chuckled I could tell it was a guy by his rough voice.

I tried using my weight to push him off but He was stronger than me and I couldn't move my skinny ass self from his rough grip.

''What do you ant?!""

I screamed demandingly hoping he'd answer back and be restricted enough that I could push him off. But I was wrong instead he pulled out a bloody knife.

''My name is Eyeless Jack sweetheart.'' He said putting the knife to my wrist and quickly slitting it open to pour out blood. I couldn't help it but I had to scream otherwise I'd end up passing out because I held my breath to long so I screamed in pain. He laughed and said something that I couldn't hear and then he instantly dissapeared.

I opened my eyes from screaming to see he wasn't there I sat up and Bulldozer ran to my side. I kept looking around for that Eyeless Jack in case he was trying to pull some kind of gangster trick.But he wasn't I guessed, I stood up knowing he was gone and I checked my bloody wrist. It was bad so I had to clean it before my mom or  anyone else had seen it other wise they think I tried to kill myself. And I couldn't tell them I was attacked or practically sat on by someone. I didn't know who happened to be wearing a freaking mask.I slowly stood up staggering as I walked. and finally making it to the damn bathroom, Bulldozer followed behind me and followed my every move as I moved my arm to grab some gauze.I dabbed it. on my cut it seemed to  pour more blood and I tried pressing hard on my freshly cut wound but that didn't help either.I wanted to cry but the last time I ever cried was when my dad died. The crying. didn't stop the pain it just bring more sorrow. Though I was 18 now I wasn't the best with handling. emotions either. So if one thing truly sad. happened I wouldn't give it much emotion. It was like constant pain for me and the more pain I held in,the more hell there was to me. Things like this don't happen to innocent perfect girls.This stuff happens to girls that are truly meant to be outcasts from everyone. I just sat there thinking about all the shit that has happened to me.The only thing I found if it was that I wasn't normal I was meant to be different.

                                    I finally finished my cut dabbing and by that time I had heard cars pull into the drive way so I hurried wrapping the. bandaid delicately around my arm and. I walked out of the bathroom.Of course with half  my family me members being creepers my cousin Dotty had greeted me right by the bathroom door.She. gave me a hug and wrapped her. arms around me asking me ''What's with the funny thing on your arm?"She said as loudly as she could so almost everyone could hear her.That moment. was now time for me to face palm because I knew I proboly couldn't tell everyone I was literally sat on by a crash lunitick then they would think I needed mental he'll which I son not I repeat I do not.

Hey guys so uh sorry for not updating lately I was. busy with basketball and stuff so you know lol but, pease don't hate me and comment and vote plz,xoxo fantasy

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