"I can't do this anymore..."you say to your self, You stand in your bathroom in front of your body size mirror, you can see your ribs and shoulder bones, your pale like the snow and skinny like a stick, you have a blade in your wrist, you slice one..two...three times, you look at your arms, there are fresh cuts and scars but they aren't just in your arms they're all over your body, along with bruises... You clean up everything after a few more cuts and go back to your room, you look on your desk and see paper and pen, you write on the paper two simple words, 'im sorry', a note for anyone who finds your body... ------------------------------------------- This is a Jeff the killer x suicidal reader. Not a one shot but prob not a full story there will be gore and swearing I hope you enjoy this story and thank you for reading