Look What You Made Me Do

Chapter One

Look What you made me do

Jeff the Killer x Bullied! Snapped! Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN JEFF THE KILLER I'M JUST WRITING A STORY.

WARNING: CONTAINS EXTREME VIOLENCE AND MENTIONS SELF HARM ALSO JEFF THE KILLER WILL MOST LIKELY BE OUT OF CHARACTER SO I'M SORRY.

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Reader's POV:

The abuse was becoming too much. Between School and home I didn't know what was worse. My mother died when I was born and my father blamed me for it. I was a miracle that I had even made it this far. I suppose he hadn't snapped until after I was old enough to ask about my mother. It was the worst mistake of my life and I now regretted it. At school was similar. There was a whole group of people that hated me for some reason or other. I never figured out what that reason was, but each day grew worse and worse. It had started off as minor teasing which grew to become hateful bullying. I often came to school to find hateful things written on my desk. I could handle that which a simple eraser or germ x if it was written in sharpie. Then one day a boy came up to me and asked me out. At first I didn't trust him but I said yes anyway figuring that my instinct was wrong.

I was happy for awhile oblivious that it was just another way of getting my hopes up only to beat me down to the ground. I didn't see it then but he was playing games with my heart. He'd laugh with the other kids sometimes then when I got closer they all stopped and he came to my side.

It wasn't until a month later that I finally figured it out. I had been pushed down then school stairs and when I turned back it was my "boyfriend" standing there behind me. He was laughing and pointing at me while I stared up the stairs in shock. When I asked him why he pushed me down the stairs he laughed at me again and then another girl walked up beside him and they kissed.

"You're an idiot I can't believe you didn't figure it out. I NEVER loved you. I only dated you to get your hopes up so that I could be the one to tear you down." He says. I freeze my body grows colder than ice as I look at him. I stand up and limped out of the school everyone's laughter floating out behind me. I wasn't sad and I wasn't crying. If anything, I was calm and collected on the outside but on the inside I felt shattered. Voices filled my head and I begin to tremble as my world begins to shake.

"Kill them. Kill them all. Then they will see. Rip them open while they watch and bathe in their blood. Test it out on your father while he's passed out on the couch!" They yell. I begin to laugh quietly my eyes had faded for their dull blue to a glowing red. "MAKE THEM PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID TO US!!!!!!!!" I finally made it home and went right to my room and grabbed a sharpie and began to write on my walls a list of names. At the top were two names. MY Father's and my now ex boyfriends. Those I circled in red multiple times. I look down at my school uniform and change into my favorite white dress scars lined my arms and legs. A mixture of cigarette burns, cuts from the glass bottles my father broke and cut me with and the lines from the cutting I used to do. I look in the mirror at my dishevelled black hair and red eyes. I liked the new color. They looked crazed and insane even and I LOVED it. I walk out of my room after a while of hacking into the school archives to get the addresses of everyone who wronged me and I make it down to the kitchen. I looked around for something to use and I grin as my eyes catch the butcher knife.