Love me~ (Jeff the Killer Love Story)

Chapter 4

Needless to say, she got out of the house rather quickly, only stopping to grab an umbrella propped next to the door. Something deep in her head was telling her to get out of there, even though see saw no actual threat to her, just like whenever the police show up to one of her friend's houses. If that JTK fellow was actually going to hurt her, wouldn't he (she assumed it was a he) have done it already? He could have done it at anytime, not like she was paying any attention to her surroundings before. He could have easily got her while she was asleep. And that message he left for her was just confusing. So, why was she getting all upset? All it seemed was, that he wanted to play with her friends. What if-What if they like him better? Sure, he chopped them into pieces to make his strange art. But she didn't hear them complaining one bit. Heck, one was even smiling from ear to ear. They didn't even need her. They didn't need to be saved. Why couldn't she get them to smile like that? Was she really that bad of a friend, that they would even consider replacing her with someone better? She couldn't go through that, not again. She didn't want to be second best, comparable to anyone else. She wanted to be number one in their eyes, not him! And what if he decides to take her down to the police station where all run away children are taken where they, in return, will either send her to an orphanage or back to her adoptive parents' house. She couldn't risk going back there, she'd be punished for sure! Then she'd never be allowed to see the light of day again, they take away her freedom!

So the second she got out the door, she took off running, bolting down the sidewalk and onto the empty street. She ran like a bat out of hell, into the inky blackness of night. The pale moonlight from before now block by thick angry clouds, growling with thunder like big angry dogs. An obvious sign of rain, but she didn't know that. That's not way she had the umbrella, no, she had it to defend herself if needed. Probably not the best choice of weapons for her, as she preferred something sharp instead of blunt, but it was better than nothing. A loud roar boomed out in the distance and a sudden flash of lightning tore through the darkened sky, lighting up the area briefly with a veiny zigzag line. Her body tensed up at the sound but she didn't let that slow her down at all, only encouraged her to speed up (not that she could go any faster than what she was already going). She clinched the handle of the umbrella tightly in her fist, holding it hard enough for her knuckle to turn white. Her head turned frantically, looking for any place to hide her from the approaching storm and possibly, any suspicious looking people. It was so hard to see anything though, and it's a surprise she hadn't tripped over a pot hole yet. The dingy streetlights, placed all about the neighborhood, did nothing to assist her either. Then another bolt of lightning flash, followed by a clamor of thunder, sending a shiver down her back at the reminder of a heinous crack of a whip. Her body came to an abrupt halt, under the dull white glow of a streetlight, and she almost fell over, wheezing for air. The umbrella dropped from her hand, hitting the concrete with a clatter, but that hardly registered in her mind. Her body was racked with silent laughter, shoulders bouncing up and down, and there was nothing she could do to calm herself down. Nothing that could be said to get her moving again, and she felt light in the head, like she could pass out at any moment. Her legs refused to moved though, feet not wanting to take another step, and she didn't feel in control of her body. She choked on a breath, noticing a quick movement out of the corner of her right eye and something started screaming at her, spouting out gibberish. Her hands instantly flew to her ears, trying to block out the sound, wanting nothing more than for it to stop. It wouldn't stop though, and normally she'd be able to tune out most voices but not when they're screaming at her like this. It was almost like-! Her body trembled, as she fell to her knees. Stomach churning violently as she was thrown into a rough coughing fit, making her heave up a yellow bile that burned her throat. She barely heard the footsteps, moving towards her slowly, over the screams. And her mouth opened, trying to get words to form in between the coughs, but it all seemed lost to her, like she had forgotten how to speak. Instead, her body went limp, eyes rolling to the back of her head, before collapsing to the ground unconscious.