Remember Me (Jeff the killer love story) Rewritten

Remember Me (Jeff the killer love story) Rewritten

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"He became what the world made him , he had no choice . You could say it was his fate And I saw that , I really did , it scared the shit out of me but that wasn't something that was going to allow me to give up ." She'd seen it all , She'd seen just how unfair life had been to him . She was captured , held captive by him and had to suffer seeing what he'd become . She was manipulated , made into believing different lies . She was hurt both physically and mentally . I was her , I'm the so called Hero , But strange as it may sound , It doesn't feel like that . They wanted my story , and so I sat down , I urged my beating heart to calm down and I told them everything . I didn't care whether they thought I was a foolish girl , I don't care what you think or what anyone thinks , But this is the truth , this is who Jeff was and what he became , this is what happened .
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I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

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