Mistakes (Jeff the Killer X OC)

The Meeting

~~~ Astrid's POV~~~

Going to the party was a bad idea. 

I couldn't help but roll my eyes everytime someone started making out on the dance floor, or whenever some guys lost control of their testosterone and sent their fists flying. My friends had dragged me here, even though I had clearly told them that I didn't want to come.

'We'll keep you company.'

'You won't be left alone.'

'It'll be fun.'

I stared at the mob dancing to their hearts content.  Somewhere in there, my friends had forgotten about my presence. 

Damn, I should have known better than to trust them.

At first I had hoped that they would come back.  But as the night got darker, it became apparent that they had completely forgotten my existence.  What a depressing thought.

Finally deciding that my so called 'fun times' at the party, would consist of loneliness, rolling my eyes and snacks, I decided to call it a night and head home.  I was halfway out the door when I heard my name being called.  Ignoring it, I stepped outside and took a deep breath. 

The fresh hair was definitely soothing.  However, outside of the house, the whole making out part just got worse.  They were everywhere.  Leaning against the cars, hiding in the shadows of the house...  These teenagers needed to get some rooms.

I began to walk away when the door opened and I heard my best friend Katy call out to me.

"Hey, Astrid!  Why don't you stay for a little longer?  The party is so amazing."  She said, closing the door behind her.  I turned to her and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm having a blast."  I said, waving towards the house. 

"Oh come on, you need to loosen up.  Take a few shots, dance like no one's watching.  You'll love it."  She said, grasping onto my arm.  Now that she was close, I could smell the pungent odor of alcohol as she spoke. 

"Katy, this isn't my thing.  I just want to go home."  I said, softly taking my arm from her grasp.  I briefly wondered if I should take her home, she was drunk.  She pouted.

"You're always so closed off and then you complain that you don't have any friends."  She began.  I've never once complained about that, but I didn't interrupt her.  "But go ahead.  Go to your house and bury yourself under mounds of blankets, wallow in your own self pity.  What's your plan?  Netflix and ice cream?"

"Katy-"  I began. 

"You know who does that?  Losers."  She giggled like it was a hilarious thought.  "Little Astrid, nothing but a loser.  I bet you didn't even dare to try the punch with fear that it might be spiked.  You probably sat at the chair ever since you arrived at the party.  I would laugh except it's pathetic.  I don't even know why I hang around you any more.  You just dampen the mood at every turn."

"I'm going home, Katy."  I said.  She shrugged and turned away.

"Run away, little Astrid.  Run away."  She entered the house, leaving me alone in the sidewalk surrounded by teenagers who were shoving their tongues down their partners' throats.

What was up with her?

I just waved it away, concluding that she was just drunk.  However, the words still stung.  What if she meant it?  What if those words were always in her mind, and today had been the day that she had dared say them? 

I began to walk towards my house.  I didn't want to call a cab, and Katy was supposed to be my ride.  I wasn't going to wait for her to leave so I could go home.  So instead, I made my way there on foot.

I spent an hour walking, and by the time I arrived, I was exhausted.  My mother was out late for work, so I just went inside and made myself comfortable.  After showering, changing into sweatpants and a tank top, and eating some more snacks, I walked into the living room and turned on the TV.

Most of my time was spent channel surfing.  However, after a while, I found a horror movie, which was sure to lift my spirits.

I always liked to point out inaccuracies, or how things could have been prevented.  In a matter of minutes, I was already confident and happy again.  That is, until my phone started ringing.  I muted the movie and picked up the phone.  It was Katy.

"Astrid?"  The voice certainly wasn't Katy's.  It was a male voice.  My heart dropped, but he just spoke on.  "Katy's drunk as a skunk, I was wondering if you could come and pick her up?  She keeps saying your name."

Knowing that leaving my drunken friend behind was total bullshit on my part, I opened my mouth to agree.  But something in the reflection of the TV caught me off guard.  I quietly grabbed the controller and turned it off, looking at the reflection on the screen.

"Astrid?  Hello, is anybody there?"  The voice became unimportant as I stared at the reflection.

There was someone behind me.

I didn't know what to do, so naturally, I turned towards the figure.

Immediately, the person jumped over the couch expertly and wrapped their fingers around my throat.  In the other hand, they held a knife, leveled at my chest.  The person smiled, but their smile...

Oh God...

"I think...  It's time for you to Go To Sleep."