Lust isn't love (Jeff the killer x insane reader)

Bad little habit...

Where to start... Well for one my name is (Y/N) (L/N). I died at age 21 on my birthday. What a shitty birthday present I'd say. I have a right to be angry you know. But I'm not here to talk about my death at least not yet. Just please give me a chance to tell you my story before I go to hell. I've never had anyone to talk to about this you see. But it all started the day I was born. I was born December 23 1998. I was born a healthy baby. My mom survived the birthing and I was born an only child. My father cried for joy. He was so happy. They took me home a few weeks later and I lived content as a baby until I was... 4 I think. My mom was a stay at home mom and dad worked full time as a doctor. I had wondered out of the house and into the woods after my mom fell asleep. I walked through the woods. They were clear, beautiful, and to me perfect. Even now while I'm dead they're beautiful. I'm getting carried away. Anyways I had found a hurt rabbit. It's back foot was broken. I had taken it home to my mother. She was shocked that I was able to get out of the house and how I knew how to unlock doors. To me it was simple. You just flick the knob thingy. She set the broken bone and wrapped it adding a wood chip to keep the bone in place. She let me keep it as a pet for a while, until one day it was better. I didn't want to let it go so I ended up stabbing it so it could be hurt again so I could keep her longer. She died in my hands. I watched as the blood seeped into her white fur turning it a crimson red. That's when I felt an amazing experience. I was so happy over killing a bunny that I kept taking in animals and killing them off. Mom thought I let them go back into the wild but I never did. I killed them and threw them into the dumpster. I loved the feeling I got from this. And I was at such a young age no one would have thought to suspect me. It grew into what I considered a bad little habit. Little did I know this would carve my future into death and blood. It could have been worse but I think for a while I made it out okay. I grew up at least to my parents and those around me a complete innocent angel. Those words make me laugh. But then again isn't that how most serial killers start? With animals? Anyways I need something to drink I'll be back.

So how did I do Pastas? Do you think I did well for my first chapter? Don't worry Jeff will be in the next chapter or the one after that. I don't know yet but anyways comment, vote, and throw in your ocs in the comments while your at it!! I could use some angel and demon types for this story and would greatly appreciate it if you would help... If not I can always research. And as always stay creepy my pastas!!!!