Smile (Jeff the killer romance)

       Hi everybody, my name is Kelley. To sum my life up, I'm 18, I work at the towns gravesite, I have my foster parents and little sister, Megan. My parents died of young age when I was eight. My job at the gravesite is to put fresh flowers for the deceased in the pots where fresh flowers were needed. I like my job. Simple, easy, and I get paid for it.

       It was 11 p.m. I get the graveyard shift, especially because I'm working at the graveyard. I thought that was a bit ironic. My friend, Molly, and i worked the graveyard shift. We started on opposite sides of the grave yard. I grabbed a bunch of flowers and began walking to the graves, paying each one respects. I placed them at almost all of them. The graves that I saved for last were my parents. That's why I chose to work there. So I could see my parents everyday.

       I began walking to there grave, when I saw something. It was a man kneeling down by a grave. He was hugging it. Surely he missed whoever passed. He had jet black hair which was very long, wore a white hoodie, and black pants. As he was hugging the gravestone, he moved up and down. He was crying.

       I looked down at the last bouquet I had. I walked up to the man slowly and kept my distance.

       "Excuse me sir, are you alright?" I asked him. He gave no reply, but he stopped crying. He didn't turn his head to me. I walked up to him and handed the bouquet to him, still not looking at his face.

       "Here, this was my last bouquet. I was saving it for my parents, but you look like you need to put them on this grave," I said.

       "Thank you," he said in as deep voice, but it was thankful. You could still hear a bit of crying in his voice. He placed the flowers in the pot.

       "Look at me," I said

       "No, you'll run away from me," he replied.

       "Look. At. Me," I said a bit more sternly.

       He slowly turned his head towards me. His hair covered his facial features.

       "Look up at me," I said.

       He did just as I asked him. He slowly lifted his head and showed his face. It was hideous. His eyelids were burnt off, mouth cut into a smile, skin snow white, and hair singed black. This man has been fully engulfed in fire.

       I didn't make a face to him to show I was afraid. All I did was kneel down to his height. Tears began pouring from his face again. He dropped his head.

       "I thought I was beautiful," he said with a sad voice.

       I put two fingers underneath his chin and lift his head to look back to me. I took my thumb to wipe them tears from his leathery face. He stared back into my eyes. He began crying in my chest. I comforted him by petting his hair. It was very greasy but I ignored it.

       We just stayed there while he cried. He truly cared for whoever this person is.

       "What's your name?" he said as he looked up at me. I looked back down to him.

       "Kelley," I said calmly to him.

       "Kelley, why haven't you run away from me?" he asked with more tears running down from him.

       "There's nothing to run away from. Your just a normal guy visiting a gravesite. Not that big of a deal. What's your name?" I asked him.

       "Its, uh," was all he could say before Molly came and pulled me away from the man.

       "Kelley, get away from him!" She screamed.

       "Why? He's just someone visiting a grave." I stated.

       "He's a monster! Just look at him! He's hideous! He is a demon without feeling! He was sent from the devil himself! He's nothing but a hideous monster!" she said pulling me back to the gate. All I could do was mouth to him, I'll be here tomorrow. He understood and ran off. I made sure Molly couldn't see me mouth what I said to him.

       I didn't see him as a monster. I saw him like a normal person. He may look different, but he has the same feelings as anyone else. I just hope he will come back tomorrow.