Jeff The Killer; Blood Lust

Jeff The Killer; Blood Lust

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Katrina Johnson never really fit in anywhere, her bullies, lack of family, and lack of decent friends pushed her to grow less patient... And C A R E L E S S. Kat was orphaned in while she was in middle school, no one to console or C O N T R O L her. She was an outcast and no one understood her. One day she gets left behind from the bus and she takes a shortcut through a wooded park. U N F O R T U N A T E L Y, she stumbles upon a boy with a white blood covered jackect with long black hair. She thinks hes just another creep untill she experiences how much in common they have with each other. Or is it something more? Something more... T o x I c...
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She sat down on the floor. Knees drawn to her chest, hands pulling at her hair. She couldn't take it anymore. She ripped out a bunch of her hair and laughed at the pain it brought her. Nothing could be compared to the pain she already felt. She couldn't describe what she felt. Even after killing her tormentor the pain still wouldn't go away. The joy she felt when stabbing Alison was the ultimate feeling. She couldn't stop laughing, as she continued to stab Alison over and over again, but even that high cleared. She smiled as she remembered the memory. It was the best she'd have for a long time. She stood up and threw the ripped hair in the bin. Even though she still had those melancholy dark feelings in the depths of her, killing Alison had chipped away some of it. But no matter how bad felt, no matter how low she went, or how far broken she was, she'd still rise up. Somehow gravity didn't apply to her. And she wouldn't let it. *Elizabeth Lynnwood was the most normal teenager in the world until the universe suddenly decided to turn things around. She had the perfect family, the perfect grades and the perfect life. And out of nowhere they all simultaneously started to crumble. First was the death of her parents. A car accident. Of course. Being an only child, she had no one left, apart from her relatives on the other side of the country and the one drunk of an uncle in the next neighborhood. No one wanted her. Uncle Kennedy took her in, not by choice. Life took a very bad turn for her and highschool made it so much worse. Highschool they say are the best days of your life. Bullshit. Highschool had turned her into the monster she was now.

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