Special (A CreepyPasta Love Story)

Special

I wandered through the woods at the back of my house. Sunlight filtered in through the trees and birds sang sweet tunes to their mates. My feet made no sound as I walked through the grass. I tucked a peice of my red hair that had escaped from my beanie behind my ear. I walked into a clearing and sat down on a large boulder. I pondered what my mom had said back at my house.

"You're special honey. And you're dangerous. I don't want you to ever come back here. I'm sorry."

I scoffed. Sorry? Pu-lease. I was special. I was stronger than most teens my age, I've been in a fatal car crash before but I didn't die. I've committed suicide many times before. Still, nothing. I thought about my good memories to help calm down, but I couldn't consentrate. It felt like someone was watching me. I looked around at the surrounding trees and thought i saw white. I quickly pulled my knife out of my jacket pocket and held it out in front of me. 

"Hello?" I called. I was answered with silence. Then I heard a twig snap and cursing. I whipped around to see a boy in a white hoodie with blood stains. He had long-ish black hair that hid his eyes. And he was holding a knife. We watched each other until he spoke.

"You're not supposed to have a knife." he said, scowling. I smirked.

"I'm not supposed to be invincible either." I snapped back. 

"Hah. Nice lie, girly." he said menacingly. I shrugged. He stepped closer and pulled down his hood. His skin was white and he had a creepy face. His eyes had no eyelids and his mouth was carved into a freaky grin. I shuddered and held my knife protectively. He snickered.

"Now, it's time for you to GO TO SLEEP!" he screamed, lunging at me. He tackled me to the ground and stabbed me in the chest. I felt nothing. 

"Hehe, that tickles!" I teased. grabbing his hood and standing up.

"What the hell? Let go of me!" he screamed like a baby and I smiled. We were the same size but he couldn't get out of my grip. He tried swinging his knife at me but it grazed my stomach. 

"How are you so...?" he asked, trailing off. He was gaping at my eyes. 

"Holy crap. Uhm..." he said, staring at my face. He dropped his knife and dug into his pocket. He pulled out a small worn book and flipped through. He held it up to my eyes and his jaw dropped. My eyes were weird. The pupil was white and the iris was black. I let go of his hoodie and he grabbed his knife.

"Is your name, uh, Sage?" he asked. I glared at him and nodded slightly. He gasped and ran a hand through his black hair. 

"I'm Jeff. Do you remember me?" he asked. I frowned and glared at him.

"You're Jeff the killer? YOU?" I asked and he stared at me. 

"Uh, yeah? Go to sleep? Ring any bells?" he asked, suddenly stabbing me in the stomach. 

"Hey!" I cried, shoving him away. He stumbled backwards and tumbled to the ground. 

"And I don't remember you. How would I know you?" I asked in confusion. He sighed.

"Come with me." he commanded. Out of pure curiosity, I followed him. We sprinted through the woods and I noticed he didn't get tired like me, or make any sounds. You have to understand, I was tall, skinny, and frail looking. I was wearing a jean jacket and some black leggings with jean shorts over them, so I never thought much of being silent or a good runner. We bolted through the trees until we came across a small country house. 

"Is this your place?" I asked him. He looked at me and shook his head. He ran up to the door and knocked on it. 

"It's open!" someone cried. Jeff turned the handle and opened the wooden door which revealed a nice living room. A TV was in the center and someone was playing on the wii. Jeff ushered me inside and slammed the door behind us.

"Ben, get over here." he growled. The game was paused and a short boy in green stood up and turned. He looked shocked when he saw me.

"Jeff, whata bout the rules?" he asked. I cocked my head. 

"Ben! No one cares!" Jeff cried, throwing his hands up in the air. Ben flinched. 

"Uhm, hi? I'm Sage." i said, holding out my hand. Ben reluctantly took it and I shook his. He stared at my eyes and looked petrified. 

"J-Jeff..." he cried quietly, backing away from me. I looked from green boy to white boy. Then out of the corner of my eye i saw black boy. I turned to face him and he crossed his arms over his chest. He had a creepy blue mask covering his face and I stared at him.

"Jeff, you know you can't bring girls here. Remember Sierra?" he asked. Jeff nodded quickly.

"But EJ, it's her. It's Sage." Ben said. Masked boy looked shocked. I put my hands on my hips.

"Ok, who are you people, what it going on, and why are you pulling out a scalpel...?" I asked "EJ" Jeff looked at him and shook his head.

"I already tried. my knife tickles her." he mumbled. I smirked. and pulled off my beanie. I let my red veil of hair cover my face and Ben looked horrified. He screamed and ran out of the room. I was confused. 

"Please, tell me what's going on!" I commanded worriedly. EJ and Jeff looked at each other.

"You are the daughter of Satan."