A Killer's Beauty - Jeff the Killer x Reader (Discontinued)

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I know I'm not normal... ever since I was little, I've had some sort of... obsession? I guess? With blood. Whether it was mine, or someone else's, I just found it... Nice. This obsession grew into something worse, depression... I always had the craving to grab a knife and slice my skin... That is until he showed up...

'(Y/N), time to get up!' Mom yelled from the kitchen downstairs, wow she was too lazy to even wake up her own daughter? Shows how much she cares... note the sarcasm, she hates me.

'Well fuck me...' my friend, aka the voice inside my head, groaned.

'Yeah right there with ya, buddy...' I murmured as I sat up, and examined the fresh cuts from last night on my arm.

'Lovely artwork.'

'Yeah, I know...' I sighed. I didn't particularly like cutting, but it was the only form of pleasure I had. Since I was an only child, my dad's dead, my mom hates me, I have no friends (Except for the voice) and my town is a PIECE OF MONKEY SHIT! Gawd...

Sighing again I climbed out of bed and dragged myself towards my closet. There I picked out a plain black long sleeve shirt, a dark red hoodie, and some black jeans, before grabbing a bra and some panties. After getting showered and dressed I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, where my mom sat eating a bowl of cereal. I sighed and pulled my sleeve over my cut arm, before walking over to the fridge.

'(Y/N)...' Mom called to me, in a way that told me she was mad.

'What...?' I groaned in an annoyed tone as I hung my head back.

She turned to face me on her seat, and pulled out a bloody knife from under her newspaper. The same one I use to shed my own blood.

'Explain. This...' She scowled.

My breathing got heavier, and I clutched my wounded arm close to my chest. 'U-Uh... W-Well...' I stuttered.

'Shit...' The voice mumbled.

Mom looked at the arm I was holding and grabbed it violently, she proceeded to pull down my sleeve and reveal all the cuts and scars. She stared at them, wide eyed.

'(Y/N)... What the heck is this...?' She growled, not taking her eyes off my arm.

'We are so screwed...'

I bit my lip, and swallowed the lump in my throat. Before letting out a shaky breath. 'Mom, it's not as bad as you think...'

'Not bad... NOT BAD?!' She screamed and pushed me away, causing me to lose balance and fall on my butt.

'I HAVE LOOKED AFTER YOU, I HAVE FED YOU, I GAVE YOU A HOME! I felt a sharp pain on my cheek, she had slapped me. Abuse was normal so I just touched it gently and avoided eye contact.

'I HAVE GIVEN YOU UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, AND YOU REPAY ME WITH... WITH THAT?!' She yelled, and began to kick me. 'YOU UNGRATEFUL, SELFISH BITCH!'

I lay there on my side, curled up in a ball while I took her punches and kicks. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

'I Don't Even Think I Can Call You My Daughter Anymore...'

That did it.

I sat up and stared her right in the eyes. She stopped and looked back, in anger and confusion.

'You never have...' I whispered.

'You dare talk back to me...?' The woman snarled, and grabbed my knife from the counter.

'Oh shit!'

I stumbled back, and she followed, until my back came into contact with the wall. I cursed under my breath, and looked back up at 'Mom'.

'You don't deserve to live, you little shit...' She whispered, venom pouring out every single word. Quickly she grabbed my throat with one hand, and held me above her head.

'Oh My God!'

I gasped, and clawed at her grip with my fingernails. She didn't even flinch...

With a dark chuckle, she slammed my back against the wall and pushed me against it. I coughed, since her grip was preventing me from breathing.

'Goodbye... (Y/N) (L/N)...' She laughed insanely as she lifted the knife above her head.

Tears formed as I shut my eyes tightly. Sure my life sucked, but I didn't want it to end like this... by my own mother...

'Goodbye, (Y/N)...' The voice whispered.

'Goodbye...' I choked.

I heard a gasp, but it wasn't my own, and I felt my mom release me from her hold. I fell onto my butt and held my neck, coughing and wheezing. I opened my eyes, to see my 'Mom' getting stabbed by some dude.

I couldn't really tell what he looked like, since he was facing away from me and had a white hood over his head. All I knew, was that he just saved my life.

'Go to sleep...' The boy whispered to my mother, before slicing her stomach open. Her lifeless body fell to the ground into a pool of blood.

He turned around, revealing his face to me. His skin was bleached white, his eyes were wide and outlined in black, he had long black hair that fell to his shoulders, and almost covered his eyes. And his smile... it was fake...

No I literally mean it was fake. It was carved into his mouth, making it forever lasting.

Now, if I was a normal person in that situation I would've screamed. But I am not, so I didn't do that.

Instead, I mouthed a 'thank you' to him. The end of his smile twitched, turning into a smirk. He squatted down next to me, and leant in until I felt his breath against my skin.

'You're welcome...' He whispered, before gently licking my cheek. Shivers shot down my spine, and heat rose up into my cheeks as I slapped my hand over the one he licked.

He laughed and stood up, and began to walk towards the open window. Which I presume is how he got in in the first place.

'Wait!' I called out, making him stop and grunt.

'W-What's your name?'

The boy looked at me from over his shoulder, before chuckling. 'You'll find out... soon enough...' and with that, he left.

'Well... that was... something' The voice said, sounding confused.

'Yup...' I sighed, before walking over to my mom's body. I smirked, and gave her the middle finger.

'Rip!' I chuckled.