Love me~ (Jeff the Killer Love Story)

Chapter 2

She flinched as she awoken from the dream, groaning as she tiredly rubbed her forehead. "Ugh, I'm so disappointed in you dream. You started off promising, then you give a crappy ending." That had to be the seventh time (not that she was counting) she's had that dream and though it had bothered her the first couple of times, now it just annoyed her. It wasn't even accurate, clearly her favorite kind of cake was red velvet and the monster under her bed was a wuss. It was just a dream though, no way for her to actually control it but she did forget how adorable her younger self was. Especially seeing that cute face crying from fear. At the same time, it was quite annoying and part of her wanted to just rip her vocal cords out. 'It wouldn't be hard to just snap-' Wait, what was she thinking? She couldn't do that to herself. Well, she could but it wouldn't end nicely. She looked around the faintly lit room, dull moonlight shining through an open window. Her mind was still groggy but it registered somewhere in there that the window should have been closed. Hadn't she closed in before going to sleep? Paranoia started to kick in and she slowly sat up, feeling a pair of eyes watching her every move. Making her feel as though she was fresh meat in front of a pack of hungry wolves. That unnerved her and she quietly reached over the bed to turn on the bedside lamp.

When the light came on, she was momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness. She closed her eyelid involuntarily, as a reflex, and felt around for the bed sheets to uncover herself when she felt a cold hand instead.  Her eyes flew opened and jerked back in response, moving to the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes looked back and forth across the room, seeing as the light pink walls of the room was splattered with a brownish red color here and there. The fuchsia bed sheets, which she was half way wrapped up in, had one large dark red stain on it and smelled rather gross. Looking beside her, she found that the pair of eyes she felt watching her belong to a young blond teenage girl who looked fifteen. The girl's somber hazel eyes were glossed over and unfocused, so she moved her hand over to the younger girl's face and slide her eyelids closed. Looking around, there were several other girls there, all of different age, laying on torn up brown stained sleeping bags. Couple of them, a brunette fourteen year old and dirty blond sixteen year old also had their eyes wide open. She gave a small tsk, unwrapping herself from the bed cover, and got off the bed. She picked up a small green Christmas throw blanket, which had remained clean, off the floor and tossed it onto the foot of the bed. She took a step towards the window sill only to fall flat on her face, thanks to her foot that had fallen asleep. She grunted, staying there on the ground for a second, before getting up and carefully making her way to the window. She stared at the dark outside world beyond that was kept out by a wall and gave a loud yawn, all alertness from before had faded off. She was still a bit tired but the need to get going was more important than a little sleep. She could always sleep later, in her own little makeshift bed at the place she was staying. What time was it anyway? She didn't see any clocks around here, not that she had really been looking in the first place. She still needed to figure out why she was here, and who her new friends were? Something about a sleepover... "This has got to be the worse sleepover I've ever been to. Not that I've been invited to many sleepovers. I'm glad I was invited and all but I had hoped we would all stay up playing games." she frowned, not getting any responses from her friends. "Come one, you don't have to give me the silent treatment. I'm sorry I fell asleep first and ate up all the popcorn." she walked over to one girl, a sixteen year old with red hair, and poked her with the toe of her shoe. Still getting no response, she stuck her bottom lip out and pouted. "You girls aren't being very nice, you know. And look, you've got paint all over the room and on all of you. You even got it on me, now I need to change clothes." she looked down at her outfit, just a blue t-shirt and some loose sweatpants which she had borrowed from one of her other friends, and saw they were badly stained as well. She took the hem of the t-shirt and raised it above her nose, taking a quick sniff at it. A musty coppery smell assaulted her nostrils and she gagged, pulling the hem back down. "Ewwww, what is that smell. You girls didn't spray me with perfume, did you? Because it smells awful." No doubt about it, she definitely needed a change of clothes. Luckily she didn't wear her favorite hoody out to this party. She walked over to the girls laying on the floor and picked them up one at a time, helping them over to the bed. She had to help them get settled in before taking the Christmas blanket and tucking them in. "They certainly worn themselves out, huh? Too bad I can't stay any longer, I'd love to see their faces when they wake up." she gave a soft smile as she walked over to the door. "I hate to say this, really, but this is goodbye my friends. I doubt we'll get to see each other again but I hope I'll always been in your hearts. And next time, don't be so messy with the paint. Hehehe, though I must admit red suits all of you." she giggled, glancing back at them only once before walking out. 

Not another word was spoken as she walked down the darkened hallway, footsteps cushioned by soft carpet. A little ways down the empty hallway was the parent's bedroom, which she had to sneak carefully into in order to get a change of clothes without disturbing the adults' peaceful slumber. She more or less just grabbed the first thing she touched before heading across the hall into the bathroom. She turned the sink faucet on, letting the water run warm, before washing her hands and face with a sweet smelling soap. Letting the red liquid that was once smeared on her get swept away down the drain, watching intently has it did. Sometimes she wondered where all the dirt and paint went, but that would have to be an adventure (probably a rather boring one at that) for another day. She stripped out of her old clothes, kicking them off to the side, and changed into a plain yellow cotton t-shirt and tan khakis that fit on her well enough. The shirt was a little big on her but the pants were okay. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, messing with her dark purple hair which she had dye a long time ago. It had been a while since she got her hands on a box of purple hair dye so the brown root of her natural hair color was noticeable. Not to mention it was all tangled up and oily looking. Her left eye, which it was a miracle that she still had it, was whited over. A large claw mark ran across the blind eye, leaving the skin around it irritate and swollen, and the wound itself never fully heal (it started to look infected). A small thin scar starting a little away from the corner of mouth on the right side and ended near her ear on the opposite side of her face, like a carelessly done lopsided smile which looked stupid. That one hadn't been her fault, unlike her left eye, as her adoptive "father" (he didn't like being called that) made it with a clothes hanger. A rather large animal was the cause for her eye but the less she remembered of that stupid animal, the better. Those things are certainly not has friendly as the ones in those cartoons she used to watch.

 She giggled, feeling the skin around her blind eye throb in a mild pain, and exited the bathroom. On her way out, she heard the sound of her stomach growling, an obvious sign she had missed dinner. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay a bit longer, at least to get a bite to eat. Unless, of course, they didn't have anything she liked, she was rather a picky eater. She really didn't have time to cook either but if she had to, then she will. It'd have to be something egg related though, that's really all she knew how to cook.  Besides it was a quick and easy thing to make, especially cheesy eggs. Just like her daddy used to make for her in the mornings before school, and that was how many years ago? Maybe ten. Doesn't matter anyway, right now her stomach was begging for food and she needed to get her butt to the kitchen. She walked down some stairs, well, more like she slide down the railing but she ended up falling down gracelessly when she reached the bottom. She shook it off though, as it wouldn't hurt to get a few bruises, and picked herself off the ground. Not how she expected that to end, but she'd probably just tried again on a later date. She headed straight to the bright kitchen (which somebody forgot turn off the lights), straight to the refrigerator and threw the door open. Only to find out that there was no eggs. "Darn, now all I can think about are the cheesy eggs I'll never get. And it would have been delicious too." she frowned, slamming the fridge door shut, not knowing what to eat now. She even checked the small cabinets beside the refrigerator for anything good but ended up with absolutely nothing. Not even any cereal. Well, she'll just have to find food somewhere else. "I wonder-" she was cut off by the sound of something hitting the floor with a crack and almost gave herself whiplash turning her head towards the sound. She didn't see anything, nothing to be found on the floor, but now she knew she wasn't entirely alone.