Love me~ (Jeff the Killer Love Story)

Chapter 1/Intro

A small girl, no more than ten years old with short messy brown hair and dull aquamarine eyes, walked into a living room, her bare feet tapping on the cold wood floor with each step. She wore a large silver hoody, which acted as a dress on her, and it would have slid off had she not been holding it up. The house, to her, seemed familiar, like she had been here many times before, yet she didn't recognized it. All memories were foggy in her head and the strange nostalgia she was getting felt bittersweet. "Daddy?" her voice came out low and hushed, almost as if she was scared. What was there to be scared of though? That thought entered her head and the only answer she could come up with was nothing. Nothing, as long as her daddy was there to protect her from the monsters under her bed and in her closet. The whispering voices that comes from either place always went away when he was around, as if they were scared, and that just proved that he was her hero. She could feel her cheeks heating up and embarrassment washed over her. She's ten, double digits, and yet she was still running to her father scared. Afraid the big bad boogeyman would get her. Ah, but what would Erik, a cute boy in her class, think of her if he knew? Surely Molly, her older sister, would go running and telling him how her little sister still slept with a nightlight because she thought a monster would gobble her up. Then both would proceed to mock her for it because they're a bunch of meanies. Her sister could be so cruel, probably going so far as to make up a rumor saying that she has a crush on him. Which was definitely not true, as boys are still icky. She couldn't risk catching cooties, what if skin turns blue with green polka-dots and her arms fall off? Just like that one girl, Juliha, said. She already got made fun of for getting held back in school, she didn't need any other reason to get picked on. She couldn't help it if she was... a bit slow when it came to learning. She even had to take special classes for certain subject. The last thing she needed was to be called polka-dot smurf. Then she'd have to sit in the back of the class and sit with that one boy named Drew, who ate worms, at lunch for the rest of her life. She'd even have to marry him then, while Molly married Erik and have hundreds of kids.

A small frown formed on her lips as she pouted at the thought. How would she avoid that? Perhaps, she'd just have to not like boys forever. No more worries of cooties or blue skin with polka-dots. While she was at it, she could just not grow up. Never having to take responsibilities like her mother or father had or having to worry about high school, dating, collage, prom, and eventually a wedding. She could forever stay that innocent little girl her daddy loved so much. Then she could just watch cartoons with her younger brother Cody all day. Speaking of him, where was he? Shouldn't he be out of school by now? Or shouldn't she be in school? Where was everyone else for that matter? It was eerily quiet, making the ringing in her ears more audible, as well as her breathing and heartbeat. Did they all go out to the park or somewhere else without her? She didn't like being home alone, that's when the monsters like to come out from their hiding spots. Not even the light of day could scare them off. "Daddy?!" her voice echoed throughout the house, worry laced within her voice. Did they really forget her? It seems like something her mother would do, not on purpose somewhat. It's just, her mother didn't really care to check if either her or her brother were actually there sometimes. Though it was a whole different story when it came to Molly. After all, Molly was the good child, the perfect one. She could do no wrong in their mother's eyes and was no doubt the favorite which wasn't right. Their father never showed favoritism. Honestly, it made her feel jealous, she wasn't going to lie to herself. Doesn't help that Molly loves to rub in that fact. What was so great about her sister anyway? Long blond hair? Sparkling blue eyes. Skinny body? Sure, she had always been a bit chubby, nowhere near the stick figure that her sister has, but her daddy said it made her look cute. That's why she hated clothes shopping with her mother. Her sister got all of the cute stuff because it "suited" her better while she got thrift store stuff. Not that she was complaining, there was actually a lot of cool stuff at the thrift store, but her friends would laugh at her for wearing cheap clothes. What does Molly have that she doesn't? "Simple, your mother hates you." A soft raspy male voice chuckled in her ear, a hot breath hitting the skin of her neck. A chill ran down her spine and fear engulfed her mind. It sounded like the monster in her closet, the one that called to her in the night to join it. Also like the one under the bed that asks her to hang her feet over the edge. The voice of the one that told her to push her sister out of a moving car, told her to punch and kick her brother. And it scared her, that's why she always ran to her father who reassured her that nothing was wrong. That it was all in her head. He wasn't here though, it was. So she just took off running, straight to the kitchen. "You can't run from me. You can't escape your mind. You can't hide from-" the voice kept right beside her and she shut her eyes tightly to avoid seeing it's face. Her body blindly made it's way into a room, whether or not it was the kitchen she dare not look, before she bumped into something. She let out a squeak as she fell backwards, landing on her butt, and instantly brought her legs up to her chest. She could feel her heart beating faster as a hand landed on her shoulder, causing her to shrill scream. As she screamed, the hand gave her a gently shake, but she only curled up tighter.

"Whoa, whoa! Sweetheart, calm down." a gentle voice said, trying to get her to stop screaming. She shivered, as the other voice was still present in the back of the room chuckling, but the familiar voice of her father made her feel safer. She quickly shut her mouth and wrapped her arm around her father's waist. "Honey, what's gotten into you?" she heard her daddy ask. The nostalgic feeling came back, stronger than before, and it almost felt like years since she last heard her father's voice. "T-the m-m-monster came back. I-i-it said I could never run, that I-I could never escape." she hiccuped a sob, not even noticing the tears running down her cheeks. She sniffled as her dad ruffled her hair. "There's nothing to be afraid of. That's what all those cheesy horror movie monster say. Nothing's going to hurt you, sweetie." "B-but-" "No butts, butts are for sitting. A certain someone's birthday is tomorrow and I need to know what kind of cake the birthday girl wants." She let go of him and back up, wiping her tears away with her hoody sleeve. "Chocolate, of course." "That's my girl! Gotta have that chocolate. Don't worry, this will be the best cake ever." her father grinned and walked over to a kitchen drawer, pulling out a cook book. "Daddy, you know you can't cook." she giggled a bit, remembering the last time he made her a cake. "Honey, I'm hurt. Don't you think I can make a decent cake?" he asked putting a hand over his heart, faking hurt tone. "Ah, no daddy. It's just... Last time you tried making a cake... You kind of, uh, got batter everywhere and almost blew the house up." she stood there awkwardly rubbing her arm, afraid she actually hurt his feeling. "You're mother wasn't too happy after that, was she?" he chuckled, hand now at the back of his neck. "Say, daddy. Why does mommy hate me and my brother?" she suddenly asked, a strange force appearing beside her and one of her hands moved slowly to her hoody pocket. "Honey, you're mother doesn't hate you. Nor does she hate your brother. She loves you both very much." "Then why does she favor Molly more?! Why does she get treated better than us?!" she shouted, feeling angrier than she should have. It wasn't fair though, and he knew it. He was just making up excuses for her, how could he do that? "Honey, don't raise your voice at me!" he said sternly. "Why are you just sitting by letting her do this?!  Don't you love us?!" something in her wouldn't let her stop, wouldn't let her drop it. The force beside her was angry, wanting revenge for an unknown deed and something was quite wrong. There was something in her pocket, something sharp. She could feel the cold metal touching her skin of her palm, she could feel the edge of a blade gently grazing her fingertips. She could also feel a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "What has gotten into you? Go to your room if you can't behave, young lady!" her father pointed to the door and gave her a disappointed look. "Daddy, how could you? Defending such a piece of trash. She's going to get what she deserves, whether you want it or not. She needs to learn that the past can not be erased, no matter how hard you try. And you, your life is like my mother's, going to end very soon." that wasn't her talking, not anymore. That was the force beside her talking, controlling her. She'd never do such a thing, she'd never yell at her daddy nor ignore an order. It was taking over, the boogeyman, making her act this way and she couldn't even say sorry. She knew how this would end now, all foggy memories now clear as day, and nothing she could do can stop it.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp blade was plunged into his chest and blood gushed from the wound. His body shook before collapsing to the ground, coughing up blood as his life faded away. She gasped and ran over to him, tears stinging her eyes. She fell down to her knees, not caring about the blood pooling around the body, and hugged up to him. In the blink of an eye, a sharp blade was plunged into his chest and blood gushed from the wound. His body shook before collapsing to the ground, coughing up blood as his life faded away. She gasped and ran over to him, tears stinging her eyes. She fell down to her knees, not caring about the blood pooling around the body, and hugged up to him. "I-I-I didn't want this." she sobbed, turning her head slightly to look at the shadow figure standing behind her. "It has to be this way. They will love me." the figure laughed darkly before leaping at her.