Jeff Is My Killer (A Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Too Soon

I really don't know how long I screamed for after that. I don't really remember how my parents rushed into my room to see me huddled in bed screaming and squeezing my eyes closed hoping the night mare would end.

But it never did.

After hours I stopped screaming but it wasn't out of choice. My voice was gone, my throat rubbed so raw I could taste salty blood on my tongue. Now all I could do was weep quietly.

All I ever saw was his smile. That sick, inhuman smile carved into his cheeks. I shuddered and started to weep silently again, since I could no longer scream, as my parents tried to comfort me.

My mother tried to cup my cheeks and tell me it was okay, but I lashed out at her with my finger nails cutting a uneven gash on her cheek.

She stared at me like I was a monster. I even felt like a monster and this caused me to cry uncontrollably again.

My father stood up and slowly backed away from me with my mother and out of my bedroom door locking it from the outside.

Who cared if my parents where scared of me? What mattered anymore?

I stopped my crying slightly so I could just barley hear quiet murmuring from outside my door.

I didn't dare to listen more. What were they talking about? Did I even want to know?

I lifted my head off of my knees that were huddled to my chest and looked at my room. The broken shards of glass littering the floor reflected in the moon light streaming through the broken window.

Jeff. It was all HIS FAULT! I shook my head again and continued to cry silently into my knees.

When the first rays on sunlight started to glimmer in the distance my parents came back Into my room slowly and calmly as if I was some rabid animal ready to rip out their throats.

"Mikayla.... It's alright sweetie.. There are some.. umm... nice men coming to pick you up in one hour...." My mother whispered to me holding her hands out palms facing towards me as if I may try to attack her.

I glanced at the claw marks that I had put of her cheek and my eyes filled with tears again as I buried my head in my knees.

"But I don't want to go mommy!" I tried to wail but it came out with the equal sound of a whisper. "I want to stay here with you and Daddy!" I glanced at my father with blood-shot eyes and they both took a step away from me.

They looked at each other and nodded. They slowly backed out of my room, and locked the door behind them from the outside.

I was trapped in my own room, my own house. I never thought my life would be so devastating.

I pulled my knees closer to my chest and cried into them. I knew that would be the last time I would ever see my parents... and they were scared. Scared of me.