DERANGED (Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

4 - First Day of School; It's Always a Blood Bath

This chapter is hella long, I apologize.

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Normally, I would be asleep. But today was no exception.

It was Jenny's first day of school. Elementary school, to be exact.

And let's just say, I was excited. Not sure why, but I was.

A couple nights ago, after my talk with Sarah, I had become obsessed. I couldn't stop thinking about that night, even if I had tried. The air, the atmosphere, the drugs, her face, was just amazing. I wanted to feel that good again, and soon. But she hadn't returned the past couple of nights, and I understood that she couldn't just sneak out every time. I remembered waking up after passing out. It was strange. My head felt slightly clouded, and I screamed like a child when I came face to face with a dear that had been licking my face. Weirdo. Anyways, it was a new morning, and I couldn't help but spring straight up.

I awoke early, while the sun was just beggining to rise and if it weren't for the special ocassion I would've shot down the shitty little bird that decided to chirp on full blast. Crawling out of bed, I laced my fingers through my hair to rid of tangles and deprise. I then pulled on my shirt and hoodie, grabbing my knife, and laced up my beaten converse that had gone a faded gray and welcomed holes as their friends. Before leaving the cabin, I eyed Sarah's poison and hid it all under my pillow, just in case. I mean, I wasn't worried about someone waltzing in and taking them (my home was very well hidden), but it was the false security of her property that made me feel better about leaving them here. Why do I care about her property, you may ask? I don't really. I only care because it gives her a reason to keep coming back. As sappy and hopeless as that sounds...

"Alright Jenny, you have a great day at school okay?" Father of the Year asked of Jenny as he crouched down by her. They stood in the driveway and I smirked at her small pink backpack. I watched from a safe place behind some trees and scoffed everytime he said something stupid like "Go get em' tiger" or  "you'll knock em' dead champ."

Seriously, I'll knock you dead jackass.

Jenny nodded weakly, obviously fearful of running off to school, and I felt bad for her. I wish I could remember what my first day of school was like and if my parents had been as annoying as he was being. They probably were; that explains why I killed them, huh? Jenny sighed and lightly smiled, fearing the worst. Oh how I wanted to smack her across the face and tell her "jenny, you will walk onto that fucking bus, wave at the driver and take a seat wherever you damn well please. If some low life even daggers a single stare your way, kick them in the jaw and rip there fucking head off. And if you get to school and your teacher has a shit attitude, shove a piece of white chalk down their throat, and give yourself a golden star. What I'm basically trying to say is, don't take shit from anyone, and don't hesitate to end them. Now have fun at school; don't forget to smile!"

My pep talk is way more effective anyways..

The look of dread crossed Jenny's face as the yellow bus pulled up across down the way, collecting a couple of little children crying or pushing their parents away from a death grip. I smirked at all of this. Kids were so weird, and cute, I guess.

"Alright honey, have an awesome-tasic day for dear old dad, okay?"

Jenny nodded and smiled as they embraced. I felt a slight cringe; seeing them hug was unenjoyable. When I watched the other kids hug their parents, I felt nothing. So why with her and her father did my stomach turn in a distasteful fashion? I must be tired.

They broke from the heartfelt hug and Jenny carefully crossed the street, looking both ways a total of 3 times; safety first. Safety. I decided I wanted to make sure she would truly be okay as her dad promised she would be, but what did he know huh? Nothing, that's what. The yellow bus finished fileing in the small children and roared away, off to school. Hmmph, time to learn.