Scars(Jeff the Killer X Reader)

Chapter 1

E/C=Eye Color

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     I woke up to the most annyoing sound a person could hear. My alarm. I sighed and turned the thing off. Damn, it really got on my nerves. I walked over to my small closet and picked out a s/f/c T-shirt, some black torn jeans, black hightop sneakers, and a f/c jacket. I brushed my hair and pulled it into a pony tail(A/N:if you have short hair ignore this)I walked down the stairs and grabbed an apple and left for the bus stop after grabbing my bag.

        When the bus finnaly arrived I sat down in the front of the bus, like always, to avoid the torture of bullys. I didn't like crowds but I did what I had to do in order to stay away from bullys. It worked. I quitely grabbed my sketch book from my bag and started drawing.

      The bus came to the stop as I was about to get to the inking stage of drawing. I sighed and got up, I walked into the classroom and began to pay attention to the lesson. It wasn't any fun, it was English. I then thought of Jeff, my best friend from middle school. He moved after a year of us being friends. The bell then wrang and I quickly headed to my next class.

        At lunch, I didn't eat anything. I wasn't hungry.  I just sat in the classroom drawing. I was drawing [Favorite TV character] from [Favorite TV show], a show I liked. Whenever my mother wasn't home I got the house to myself, and we had Netflix so I could watch the anime's that were on there. After the bell for the next class wrang.

       As the day finnaly ended, I decided to walk home from school. It wasn't that far, besides, a walk is nice. But I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I brushed it off as paranoia. When I finnaly arrived at my house, a note was taped onto the door. I took it off and read it.

"Dear Y/N,

I'm going to be gone for two weeks. I have a bussiness trip.There's some money on the counter for food. Don't use it for anything else. I'll see you then.

                        Love, Mom"

        I smiled. No mom for 2 weeks! Not that I saw her much anyway, when she wasn't working, she was always at the bar, or drunk and yelling at me, or hitting me if I pissed her off. The few times that she was sober she pretended like she didn't do anything. I sighed and went up to my room. I drew and did my homework, and then turned on the TV.

         After a while, i checked the time which said 10:27 p.m and decided it was late and went to bed. I walked up to my room and changed into a s/f/c long sleeved shirt and black leggings.Then I closed the window. I slipped under my F/c blanket and sheets, and fell asleep on the soft pillow.

        I woke up to a cold chill. I blinked open my E/C eyes and saw that the window was open. I was sure I had closed it. I looked over at the clock. It was 12:03 A.M. I got up and reclosed the window, locking it this time. I then heard a voice behind me, that sent shivers down my spine. I whipped around and kicked whoever it was in the stomach.  I then ran over and turned the light on. I then saw the man's apperance. Well, boy's. He looked to be around my age.He had long black hair that covered his face. He was holding a knife, and then he looked up at me. I saw the rest of his face. His skin was purley white and his eyes never seemed to blink. But the most memorable thing about his face....was his smile. He had deep cuts into his cheeks, that formed a smile. He then lunged at me, but I dodged him, I looked over for somthing to defend myself. Nothing.

          Then suddenly I was pinned to the bed and a knife to my throat.At this point I had just given up trying to live.But my attacker seemed to be staring at me trying to figure somthing out. He then got off me. "Is that you Y/N?" He asked and I looked at him confused and creeped out because he knew my name. "How do you know my name?" I asked. "It's me, Jeff!" He said and I glared at him."Stalker, what do you know about Jeff?" I growled angrily, thinking of my friend who had moved when we turned 13. "I am Jeff. "He insisted. "If your Jeff, then what was my biggest secret?" I asked. "That whenever your mom is drunk she abuses you." He said, and it was that moment that I knew it was Jeff. Jeff was the only one that knew that.Suddenly without thinking I ran up to him and hugged him tightly.  He hugged back. "I missed you so much." I said."Me too." He responded hugging me back.

     I backed away realizing that he had attacked me."Why the hell did you attack me?" I asked, glaring at him."Well you see you were goimg to be my next victim. "Jeff said kinda of awkwardly. "Victim?..." I said confused, and there was a long moment of silence.

      "You see, I kill people." Jeff said. I didn't know how to respond to that. I honestly didn't care because I had no other friends or my mom, I had no other family. "Ok, but do me a favor and don't get caught." I said bluntly. His everlasting smile seemed to widen. "I won't." He said. I was still kind of wary. He was a killer. "Also I think I deserve an explanation." I said glaring at him. "How about another time?"Jeff said avoiding having to explain. "Sure." I said. "Now I have a question. Why hasn't your mom heard us?" He asked. "She's gone for a month." I quickly responded. "That's nice no one to hurt you for a month. "Jeff said. I was about to say there were bullys but then stopped myself knowing Jeff might kill them and it could raise suspicion. Jeff and me just sat there now in an akward silence. I turned to him. "Jeff promise me somthing." I said. He looked at me."Yeah? What is it?" He asked."Jeff, promise to never leave me again, ok?" I said tears foaming in my eyes as I gave him a hug. He hugged back."I promise. " He whispered into my ear. I then drifted off to sleep.