It's about ten-thirty at night. I sneak around the house to look for mom. she isn't here.
Then, what was that noise.. I say to myself.
"Whatever." I say out loud. I head to the restroom to wash the blood of my face. I hear the noise again.
-bang-
-Crash-
"Shit!" I thought. The sound I heard was glass breaking. It was probably mom. I have to hide in the bathroom because, when she comes home drunk she has the urge to beat me. I back into the restroom slowly closing the door and locking it.
I hear footsteps dragging around the living room floor. I should be terrified, but I feel like I'm used to this type of stuff happening. I tip toe towards the door and peek out.
Something rushes past the Crack of the door. Kinda like a white cloth. That wasn't mom. She never liked the color white. She said it made her look too holy for the clubs and bars she goes to. I think about what I'm gonna do for a while,but I lost track of what I was doing. The door swings open hitting me in the face knocking me to the ground.
"Holy hell what the fuck!" I feel blog rushing down the side of my head. My vision is foggy as I look up to the figure that kicked my door opened. I could only make out the red stained white hoodie, and long black stringy hair. "What are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna slaughter me?" I say sarcastically. The figure laughs phsycotically. He pushes me down to the floor holding something sharp to my throat. "Watch your words little bitch." He said in a deep raspy voice. I regained control of my vision, now I could see what he really looked like. Pale skin. Slit mouth. Blue eyes the color as ice. It was him. Jeff the Killer. "Ah, I know who you are." I say calmly. He raised one eyebrow. "Do you now?" "Then why aren't you screaming and crying like a bitch should." He said pressing the knife deeper drawing blood. I let out a little sigh. "What's the point?" "Either you kill me or my mom does, either way I'm gonna die anyways." He releases the press of the knife. "Dammit!"
He puts the knife back in his pocket and helps me up. "So now your gonna be a nice guy and help me after almost slitting my throat?" I said shocked at his gesture. He pulls me up roughly. "Just get the hell up, I gotta take you somewhere." I give him a scrunched face and scoffs. "Like hell I'd go anywhere with you." I get up and dust myself off. I look at him and notice how tall he is, a little taller than my dad.
"Are you gonna just stare at me like a damn mutt or are you gonna stay here with your shit mom?" He says giving me an annoyed look. Now that I think about it he's right. Yeah it may sound fucked up but I think I should take the chance. Mom is probably gonna be too drunk to care that I'm gone, so why not? "Lead the way." I say looking him in the eye.
