Long Live Jeff

Chapter 12

For some reason I love writing in Jeff's Pov. It's just fun and amusing to me. I don't know why though. xD

Chapter 12

Jeff's Pov

I lied. The place is pure shit on the inside. Her face instantly dropped as I lifted her through the window. It's weird and messed up to touch a person without murdering them. I brushed my hands against my pants.

"Thanks," She said.

The couched needed me just as much as I needed the couch. I pulled my hoodie over my head and passed out on the couch.

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I stabbed after stabbed into my parents' bodies. STAB. STAB. BLOOD. STAB. STAB. Next Liu, he needs to go to sleep. Ohhhh Liu. I hovered over his bed and stared at the peaceful Liu that shared my DNA. He opened his eyes.

"Go to sleep," I hissed.

He laid there still and did as ordered. I stabbed repeatedly into his body, sending waves of splashes into the air.

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I awoke. Again with that dream. I admit that I am getting annoyed with that dream. It is my favorite but it happens every night unless I did not dream.

The sky was still dark as ever. Plus cold as ever. I wonder if Faith found her room. I sneaked up the broken and worn down staircase.

Faith laid there shaking pretty roughly. Maybe because she was cold? Nightmare? Why should I care. Not my problem after all.

I went back to my couch and almost fell back asleep. Until Faith started screaming in her sleep. Dammit, now it's becoming my problem after all.

Her screams got louder to a point of annoyance. I stood over her pissed off. How do I wake her without hurting her to bad? I need her in good condition for killing lessons.

I poked her forehead over and over and tried shutting her mouth. Instead of shutting her mouth, I made her bite her tongue. Wake up to the taste of blood already!

She awoke with tears streaming down her face. Pathetic. Faith leaped onto me, hugging me. What the hell is this. I did not sign up for this. Get off.

I just stood there emotionless. I really need to teach her to GROW UP. This world is not full of happy people or happy things.

"What are you doing?" I questioned awkwardly.

"I dreamt that I was being cut open and forced to watch," Faith whined.

"That upsets you? How?" I asked.

"I fear death," She answered sobbing.

"Well it's a good thing that I didn't kill you, isn't it?" I responded.

"Thank you," She muttered continuing to sob.

Now can you get off of me? I want my couch.

"Can you sleep in here so I can try to get sleep?" She pleaded.

Seriously, what the hell. Who does she think I am? A charity guy?

"Please, please, pleas-"

"Shush! Fine i'll sleep on the floor," I agreed trying to not sound annoyed or pissed.

She went back into the bed and I laid on the floor by the front of the bed. I laid my knife against my chest and stroked the blade softly.

I think she is trying to torture me.

I hope she realizes that she has to try harder to torture me.

Thanks for reading this chapter!~ Should I add other creepypastas? If so, name them! If not, say just keep only Jeff. I want to see what you guys would want before I write something that could possibly ruin the book.