34- I Can't Kill Him

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Monday, October 9th 2019

Arabella POV:

The pressure was growing. The war. The preparations. The fear. 

The smile murders were continuing on which meant that Jeff was still active. He had killed 81 people within the last week. Madness. The police has forced everyone to stay in their houses to prevent more dead bodies. But that didn't stop Jeff. He broke into houses and killed people. The population of the town was dropping massively. If only there was someone to stop him. 

And there was...

IT'S FUCKING ME!

I have to stop him along with Liu! If I don't then let's say that there won't be anything left of Greyfield. Apart from maybe me and the survivors. 

I hate Jeff. Absolutely am disgusted that he is my brother. Ew. Ew. Ew. I mean Liu is a bit better but not from the side that he fucking broke into my house!

It's Monday now. 

Only 4 days until the war takes place. I cannot take this soon anymore. I want to cancel the plan already and fucking kill myself.

I was sitting on my bed, head on hands. I was overwhelmed by misery. Someone knocked on my door.

"Who is it?" I asked. "It's me" I heard Maya's voice. "Come in" I said. 

The door handle bent down and the door was pushed open. Maya stepped in the room. "Are you okay?" she asked sitting beside me. "Do I look okay?" I asked her. "Well by your position and voice tone, no" she replied. "Just leave please" I asked her.

Maya stood up and began walking out the door. "Just a reminder that..." she began. "Don't remind me" I said coldly. Maya turned her head away and walked out the room.

*2 hours later*

I was in the weapon shop with Ray, picking out weapons to use. "How about this?" Ray asked taking a hatchet. "Do you really think that a 8-year old could carry that?" I asked annoyed. "You're right" Ray said placing it back on the shelf. My eye on the other hand landed on a kitchen knife. It was like a magnet that pulled me towards it. I picked it up and ran my fingers along the blade. "Really?" Ray asked coming beside me. "What?" I asked. "Is it like a family thing with kitchen knives?" Ray asked. "Shut up" I said annoyed. "Sorry, I just..." Ray began. "Don't" I stopped him. Ray shut his mouth and went back to look at other weapons. 

I looked at the knife in my hand and I felt a connection with it. Strange, I know, but true. I decided to purchase it. 

I walked over to Ray who had a hunter knife in his hand. "I think I'll go with this" he said. "Cool, so we found our weapons, but we still need six more for the others" I said. "But the kids?" Ray asked. "They won't fight. They'll be there to scare the pastas more and then hide alongside with ms Sherly" I said. "But that would mean that you're lying to them" Ray said. "It's just too dangerous. I can't put these kids in danger. They don't deserve to experience what I have to" I said. "I'm sorry, but it has to be this way" I said turning around to look for more weapons. 

"But that doesn't give you an excuse to lie to them" Ray said. "Are you on my side or theirs?" I asked turning around. "I don't know what you've done with the true Bella, but this Bella would never lie to children" Ray said. I got pissed. "You know what? Fine. You be the leader of this fucking squad. I'm leaving" I said heading to the counter to pay for the knife.

I paid and went for the door, but Ray came beside me. "And don't bother looking for me. You have other things to do. You have to set these kids in danger so go ahead smartass" I said opening the shop door and leaving.

I slammed my fist against the wall of an alleyway. "Fuck you Ray" I mumbled. A tear escaped my eye. I then looked at the knife in my hand. I looked at it and shortly after left the alley. 

*10:02 p.m*

I was sitting on a park bench. Thoughts of Ray and the survivors and the children and Jeff and Liu were overwhelming my mind. I was going crazy. I didn't want to live. I then looked at the knife in my hand once again. I placed the tip of the knife on my chest and closed my eyes. I was ready to pierce the metal through me and leave this miserable world. 

"I wouldn't even try. I won't let it happen" I heard a voice from behind me. I looked behind and saw Jeff behind the bench I was sitting on. I jumped up from the bench and backed away, holding the knife in front of me, the blade towards Jeff. 

Jeff stepped on the bench from behind and jumped of it, walking towards me as I backed away from the monster. "What the fuck do you want from me?" I asked him scared and angry at the same time. "I feel like you should already know the answer" Jeff said. 

As I backed away, I felt that I bumped into something... or someone. I froze. I stepped a step forwards as I turned around. There he was. The Slenderman hovering over me. He was looking down at me as I backed away, but making sure not to bump into Jeff. 

I began seeing more creepypastas come out from the shadows. Ben, E.J, Sally, L.J, Toby, Clockwork and..... Liu.

They had now formed a circle around me. I was looking to my right and left, left and right as I was spinning around and around. 

"You have no chance of escaping now.... Bella" Jeff said walking towards me. I pointed out my knife at him. He stopped in front of me when the knife was exactly touching his hoodie. "Go on. End me. End the killer that everyone hates and fears" Jeff said. I straightened my body a bit, getting ready to put the knife through him. My grip on the knife tightened as everyone was staring at the knife, holding their breath. I wanted to stab him, but I also didn't. But if I did it now, I would get rid of him and so would the town. Without me even noticing, tears began to form in my eyes. 

I couldn't do it.

I fell backwards with the knife dropping to the ground before I collapsed on the ground, putting my hand over my eyes and began crying.

"She does care" I heard Ben say. But I didn't care about what was going on around me. I just continued crying.

I can't kill my own brother because...... I......... love him still......

Jeff squatted in front of me and lifted my chin so that I would look at him. "Let's go home" he said.


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