The Life Of Jane

Chapter 6

Jane's POV

It's been 5 weeks, and I finally got out of the hospital. My stubborn parents were too busy being drunk, so I had to walk home. I wanted to visit some friends but then I thought, "What friends?"

When I got home, Jeff was on my steps. "Hi Jane." Jeff said, as he saw me coming. "You!" I screamed at him. "What the hell did you do to me?! do you think this is funny?!" I pulled up my shirt a little so he could see the words that were carved in my stomach. His face went blank.

Jeff's POV

Love, Jeff. The words spun around in my head. I got up quickly. "J-Jane.... I have to tell you something." She rolled her eyes impatiently. "What Is it?" she said, still rolling her eyes. "I.. I become a killer by night... I don't control it... My bad side does! I'm sorry!" I said to her, quietly.

She stared at me seriously and then burst out laughing. "You're crazy! Now get away from my house before I call the cops and tell them about this!" I pointed to my stomach. "But you have to believe me! I'm telling the truth!" I begged and got on my knees.

She pulled out her phone. My eyes went wide and I quickly got up and ran.

Nobody believes me.

Jane's POV

Jeff ran away when I took out my phone. I laughed and went inside my house and went in the living room. An hour passed and I fell asleep on the couch. A burning sensation on my cheek woke me up. It stung really bad. I quickly sat up and saw my mother looking at me angrily.

"You little slut where were you?!" My mother yelled at me. I felt my anger boil up inside me. "Up... your mother's.... ass!" I spat at her. My eye's went wide as I realized what I had said. "What the hell did you just say?!" My mom yelled, angrier than before.

"Nothing!" I quickly said and I ran in my room and locked myself in. She banged her fist angrily on the door. An hour passed and I heard her leave. I silently got out my room. "I'm not going to live with this crazy woman I'm leaving!" I thought.

I ran around the house and stole any money I could find and not expired credit cards in the house. I ended up with $190,677,467 counting the credit cards. I packed all of my things, every single thing except my bed of course.

I tripped over a box and hurt my knee. "Ow!" I rubbed my knee and looked at the box and opened it. I saw the mask I was given and slowly put it on and I saw what looked to me like a clean knife. I slowly picked it up and put it in my suitcase and closed it. I put on my grey hoodie and I left a note to my "mother" saying I didn't like her and left. I ran out my house and stole my mother's car.

I Will Have My Revenge.