(I do not own creepypasta or Jeff the killer)
you had just woken up from another exhausting night of no sleep, or any rest for that matter. you couldn't sleep, because things kept racing through your mind, and you felt as if you were being watched. every time you glanced from under your covers, you seemed to notice things.... things that weren't ever really there, or for that matter, your imagination might have been playing games with you. but it seemed so real... maybe you needed to see a doctor. this has been happening for over a week now, and you cant handle one more sleepless night.
you got out of bed and went into your kitchen, grabbing a bowl and some cereal. you really hated school, but you had told yourself to deal with it. its not like your the only student there who gets called names, or is pressured by teachers. it is just the way life works. you didn't like it though. you wish you were home-schooled, but both of your parents had jobs, and tried to support the family. after eating, you take a shower, get dressed, do your hair, and brush your teeth. you were all ready to go, to your own miserable hell.
you started walking to school only to be met up with (school bitch). "oh look, its the pathetic excuse of a person, (your name)." she said, with a smirk on her face. "leave me alone.. I don't want to deal with your shit today." you said, trying to walk past her, only to be tripped, your face landing on the hard concrete side-walk. "better watch your moth (last name), I can make your life a living hell." she said. "it already is..." you mumbled wiping the blood off your nose. you got up, and picked up your bags, walking away as (school bitch) laughed at you. a little puddle of blood stained were you had fallen, but no one seemed to notice. besides, its not like anyone cared.
you finally have the school in sight. you frown walking toward it. shit. you forgot your assignment that was due today. your mom and dad were going to be pissed off when they see you have an F in language arts. you sighed, walking toward the school head hung low. you were lucky (best friend) was there today, maybe she could make your day better, shine a light into it. as you walk over to her she pushes you away. "hey! what was that for!" you asked. "what do you think!" she yelled back. you had no clue what she was talking about. "what?" you asked. she turned to you and slapped you in the face. "why would you tell everybody in the school! you fucking bitch!" she said tears streaming down her face. you seriously had no clue of what she was talking about. you just looked at her with your sorrowful eyes, hoping she would tell you what she meant. she walked off leaving you alone... this was going to be the worst day ever.
you got into your first classroom, which was algebra and geometry. you hated it. you were in 9th grade. anyways, your teacher was waiting for your homework. you searched through your bag only to see your homework folder was missing. (school bitch) took it from you. "I-I... I don't have it (teacher's name)" you said quietly. she gave you an F for the day. you really hated math. your next subject however, was okay. it was going to be science, and your teacher didn't hand out any homework. but you sat next to (best friend) in that class, so you weren't as excited as you usually would be. if only you knew.
it was now lunchtime and you were excited. you could finally be alone for 45 minutes. so far, you have gotten D's and F's. like I said before, school is your fucking hell. you had packed your own lunch, so you went into the courtyard, and ate there. no one noticed you so you were happy. as you were eating, your eyes felt heavy. a little nap couldn't hurt, right?
you woke up to see the sky was covered with stars. you quickly grabbed your phone, which read the time of nine thirty. you quickly got up, grabbed your bags, and darted out of the school. Mom and Dad would be home by now, and they are probably worried sick. it was a thirty minute walk home, and a 20 minute run. you didn't have the energy to run though, you were to tired. as you get off school grounds, you think you see the dark figure, your imagination always showed in your room the past couple of nights. of course, you did have a crazy imagination, but you weren't in bed. 'your just tired, and its dark out' you told yourself, not thinking much of what it could be. 'your fine (your name) just keep on moving forward...' you kept on telling yourself. you tripped over your own shoe lace and fell face first onto the hard road. no one was out this late at night usually. you were grabbed by your hair and lifted up. a cold blade was pressed against your throat, and your hair was let go of. a leathery hand covered your mouth.
you back up in fear of the blade inly to bump into a warm chest. you turn your head and look up to see a man with burnt black hair, pale skin, a Chelsea smile, and dark ring around his eyes. you almost scream, realizing who it was. 'I thought he wasn't real' you talk to yourself. it was Jeff the killer, and you knew you weren't going to survive. "what is a young girl like you doing out here?" he asked looking at you. you were going to speak but no words came out. he let out a slow chuckle. "I will take my time with you..." all of a sudden, the world went black.
you woke up in a dark room, tied down to a bed. 'where am I?' you ask yourself. you then hear footsteps coming toward the room. you didn't want to die... not yet at least. the door slowly opened, and in came the killer. he had various tools on a table. you tried screaming, but a gag was in your mouth. he laughed, turning on a dim light. the walls were made of concrete, there were no windows, but a bunch of tools... you tried screaming for help, but he tightened the gag, almost making you choke. "so, your (your name)... you seem very interesting. its a shame I have to dispose of you... you would have made a good apprentice..." he smirked. you tried pulling your arms free, but the ropes were to tight. it was actually rubbing some of your skin off. tears were building up in your eyes. "don't start crying (your name), were just going to have a little fun." he said.
he started by picking up a scalpel. walking over to you, ready to press-up against your skin. tears streaming down my face, as your struggles became more and more weaker, from energy loss. you felt it press against my cheek, and my breathing increased at a very fast speed. you feel it press into your skin leaving marks were ever he drew with the blade, red sticky liquid pouring down your cheeks. you shrieked in pain, as the cuts got deeper as he moved the blade to the edge of your lips. he finished the first cheek, leaving a bloody mess, and half of a smile. he licked the edge of the scalpel, and decided to use a pocket knife as his next tool in messing up my once normal face. he placed it on my cheek, and slowly cut into it. I kept shrieking in pain, my tears mixing with the blood on my cheeks, leaving a slippery sticky mess.
if only I hadn't fallen asleep. he ungagged me so he could see my new smile. I couldn't help myself. "why a-am I here?! w-why are you d-doing this to me???" he smiled and knelt down next to me. "because I cant help myself... you are my victim. you were chosen at random for my own pleasure. but it hurts to kill such a pretty girl like you." he said smirking. "then d-don't hurt me..." I said. "I cant let you live. and I'm having to much fun to give you up right now." he said, smiling.
