Killings the answer ~ Jeff the Killer love story

Chapter 1 (edited)

"Goodbye Mommy" I say with my favourite kitchen knife in hand. It was a late summer night. The sky was clear, the air was thick and mom had the AC on.

"Sweetie, what are you doing?" she asked sacredly

"I love you mommy" I said before lifting the knife and slitting her throat letting the blood coat me. Giggling I jumped down off the bed and ran to my dad jumping on him causing him to open his eyes to see me covered in blood.

"What happened, Isabel?!" he said then realizing I had a knife "honey, give daddy the knife" he said going to go wake up my mom but realizing she was dead as he turned his head to look at me in shock I stabbed him in the heart feeling him slowly die with that same scared expression.

Stabbing my self in the shoulder I ran in tires to the kitchen to clean off the knife and put it away, then I called 911. "This is 911 what seems to be the problem" asked the female operator

"Some.. someone killed my mommy and daddy! I'm scared! I'm hiding in the kitchen, please help!" I cried from the pain in my shoulder.

"Ok sweety are you hurt" she asked

"Yes" I said "my shoulder, he stabbed my shoulder it hurts a lot"

"Ok sweety police will come and get you stay on the phone ok" she said sweetly

"Ok" I snuffled.

"So whats your name" she asked

"Isabel" I said

"Ok Isabel you stay where you are they'll be there soon" she said

After about a couple minutes I heard the police coming I told her they were here and hung up. I got out quickly and opened the back door making sure not to get blood or finger prints on the door knob. Then ran back to hide again.

Breaking the door down I heard them call my name. "Isabel, where are you sweety" a young man called. I came running out covered in blood.

"What happened, why are you covered in blood?" he asked bending down in front of me

"I heard my mommy scream so I got up to go see what was wrong and they were" I stopped and cried I was good at acting form my age plus my arm was killing me "and they were dead... I tried to wake them up but they wouldn't wake up so I hugged my mommy and daddy one last time before a scary man in a black hoodie came running at me he stabbed me but I ran and he tripped over something in to room. So I hid and I don't know where he went" I said looking at the police officer who was almost in tiers him self.

Taking off my sweeter to see the big wound in my arm that was still gushing blood. He picked me up ever so carefully and brought me out side to an ambulance. There were so many people outside. I saw them putting up caution tap around my house and all I wanted to do was smile, to think I did this! I got all those people to come and see what I did. But I didn't, I had to pull off being the hurt, scared and sad little girl. Hurt was easy, sad and scared was a different story.

The man handed me to a woman there and she patched me up which took a little and hurt a lot. After that painful ordeal she brought me to a police car. Putting me carefully in the car I remembered my doll Shirley. "Wait" I cried

"Yes sweet heart" she turned around as I held onto her shirt with my little hand

"My dolly, she's on my bed please get her" I said. This wasn't an act I was only 8 when I murdered my mom and dad. I was still young so that doll meant everything to me and I needed it.

"Ok I'll go and get it" she said walking to the house and coming out in a matter of seconds with a fresh pair of pyjamas and my doll.

"They're going to bring you to the police station and clean you up ok" she handed me the doll then passing the clothes to the police man in the front set.

That was the last time I saw my mom my dad, my house, my friends, my old life.