When I was little, I found out or so I knew that I was just adopted. But I already knew it because of the differences, because of my difference.
But I don't want to talk about that, let's start from my beginning.
The names Alexandra Curtis, 18 years old, people would often mistaken me for a boy because of my appearance. But that doesn't matter, I like it anyways.
Never had anyone by my side. Friends? Well, I got one but ended up dying. Its not my fault and I don't even need one.
All I need is this, holding up the knife on the blade and twirling it. My knife is all I need.
But one thing that I didn't know about my knife is that it has my name carved on it. When I turned 8 I just found it lying on my bed when I woke up. Still, I thank the person who gave it to me.
I have nothing more to say about myself anyways and I still have some work to do. And one more thing, I like to pull out the guts of those who don't get away from me.
Haha! Nah! I was just joking. Now leave or you'll have your sleep from me.
Sweet dream.
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Sweet Dreams (Jeff the Killer Fanfic)
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