Killer Love//Under Editing

Chapter 3

The following morning I woke up with my back in tremendous pain and a killer looking at me from on to of my own bed.

"Hey there, Piggy." A mischievous smile was plastered on his face which was from his carved one.

"Ew," I muttered.

"Well someone's happy to see me." I let out an unamused laugh while pushing myself off the floor. I then proceeded to gather my clothes and headed off towards the bathroom. I returned to see the killer sitting on my bed messing with some trincket from my nightstand like he was innocent. When I thought about it, I knew nothing about him; not even his name. I wonder if I'd live to ever find out.

Seeing as I didn't want to deal with him, I went downstairs to get some breakfast before starting on my homework. I didn't know if it was a good idea to leave a murder upstairs alone but no one was home so I brushed it off. After getting some toast  I went back too my room. As I look around the room, it seemed to be killer free.

"Looking for something, Piggy?"

"Chemistry book. That's all." He looked at me with a look that he didn't believe me.

"Sure you were." He twirled his bloody knife in his hand as if was some kid's toy.

"Do you really kill people?" I asked before I could stop myself. He stopped twirling his knife and stared at me seriously.

"What do you think?" He asked with a bit of an attitude. "Where's your sister?"

"She's at work. She'll be back soon," I replied. He stepped closer to me, making me step back.

"How soon?" Each time he said something he stepped closer.

"I-I don't know."

"You know how long she'll be gone for." As he got closer and closer I backed up farther away until my back reached the wall. He placed both arms on either side of me, making sure there was no exit.

Getting close to my ear he whispered, "Go to sleep little Piggy." He pulled out his knife and held it in the air ready to strike; natural instinct kicked in making me shut my eyes. But nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw the killer just standing there.

"Well that went different as planned." He turned away and walke back to my bed to it on it.

"What the hell do you mean ' went different as planed'?"

"I thought you'd beg or scream." I have him a glare before walking over to my bookbag.

"I have homework. You need to go so I can focus."

"I can't do that." He laid against my pillows looking at a book he must of found on my shelf.

"Then make yourself useful and help me." I sat down at my computer desk and opened my Chemistry book. Never really liking science or chemistry seeing as it's confusing.

I heard him shuffling around and then felt his presence behind me get closer. He was leaning over me while looking at my homework. It was kind of awkward.

"Well here's the problem." He pointed out. After some time he helped me understand what I had done wrong. For a killer he was smart. I wonder what made him just snap I guess you could say for a lack of better words. When I finished up my homework, I wanted to talk to him, get to know him better. Find out how and why he changed.

"So I wanted to talk to you."

"About..?" He slid his hands into his jacket pockets and relaxed his body into the bed.

"Well I wanted to know you better."

"I don't see why."

"If you're staying here I might as well know some basic information," I argued.

"Fine." With that I began asking questions that seemed necessary to know.

"Name."

"Jeff."

"Full name?" Jeff was silent for a little while but continued.

"I can't give that out."

"Okay. Age?"

"Nineteen."

"How about why you became this way?"

"Not answering that one either."

"Well that doesn't really help much."

"Deal with it." It just became an awkward silence after that. I wonder what was so important about his real name or his snapping that he won't speak of it. The only reason being that his past might have been horrible. But if he told me it would help me be able to understand him better. Then again, why would I even want to bother? He never listens to me or gives me sympathy for practically just barging into my life. He causes me stress every time I see him.

I couldn't bare the silence anymore so I broke it.

"Jeff?" He looked up from the book he had found earlier. "Have you.."

"Have I what?" He asked agitated.

"Have you ever loved someone? Like be almost close to what a human would be like and love someone? Whether it be romantically or not."

"Yeah, but that was a long time ago. Are we done with your stupid questions now?"

"I guess so," I replied putting my head down.

"Then I'm done talking to you. I don't want to hear your voice anymore." He slipped off the bed and I could hear his heavy feet walk down the stairs. After he slammed the front door shut the room was left with an awkward silence. I didn't dare go after him and bother him. I had much more important things to deal with like school and taking care of the house till Dezy got back. I could care less of a moody, bipolar adult.