'Hi, my name's Skylar Edith Cracken. I'm a rebel, I do what I want, and I don't care if you like it or not. I'm just me, and if you can't respect that, just get over it.' I was making my account on the internet for a chat website, just a regular chat thing. My username was of course Creepy pasta related, how could it not be? That's what I lived for these days, nothing else. That is except for my music, which I couldn't live without. I would go ballistic.

I looked back over the settings. I had a camera in my laptop, and this chat site had a live feed thing. So I guess I could talk to other people? That seemed alright; maybe someone would understand me for once. You see, I might've been an innocent little girl at once, before he turned into a monster. That's right, my dad used to be awesome. He used to be the best dad a girl could ever ask for. Now he was a drunk that slapped my face whenever I didn't do what he asked. I guess you could call me an abused rebel.

I clicked on Live Feed and put on Skillet's Awake and Alive. It's one of my theme songs. It suited me so much it was scary. Slowly I started singing to it, "I'm awake I'm alive. Now I know what I believe inside. Now it's my time! I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life. Here, right now I'll stand my ground and never back down. I know what I believe inside. I'm awake and I'm alive."

I stopped as soon as I heard clapping, who in their right mind would clap to my singing. That's when I remembered I had clicked on Live Feed. I looked at the screen to see a small, skinny boy clapping for my voice. His skin looked smooth, yet albino, with dark eyes that never blinked. His white hoodie seemed to be blood stained, though I hoped it was just ketchup or jelly. However, the scary thing about him was his mouth. It was twisted into a grin, and blood seeped out through the edged. A joker like glasgow grin was carved into the sides of his mouth. He was forever smiling.

He looked exactly like Jeff, Jeff the Killer. Yes from Creepy pasta. Their resemblance was shocking, not one thing about him was out of place. The smile was perfectly intact. His username? You guessed it, Gotosleep4ever. His subtitle only said: Never wake up. Dream a dreamless dream. Scream your innocent little head off, cry. Yet you will go to sleep my dear. I got a weird feeling in my gut. Jeff wasn't real, was he?

"Nice singing. I'm Jeff, what about you?" He asked. His name was Jeff? Oh no…

"Um, my name's Skylar and thanks. It's by Skillet, awake and alive. You must like Creepy pasta too."

Jeff smirked slightly, making his smile drip blood, "Oh yes I love Creepy pasta. One might even say I'm so close, that I live in their world."

He was officially creeping me out, "That's nice. Cool story bro, should be in the magazine."

Jeff glanced at the stitches on the side of my face, "How'd you get those?"

I just gave him an emotionless look. It's not like he'd tell anybody or care about my secret anyways, right? So I answered truthfully, "My dad slammed by head against a brick wall just because I didn't get him beer from the store."

Jeff's eyes went wide slightly, before going back to their normal size. He rasped slightly, "That must really suck. Is he abusive?" I nodded and heard a knock at my door. Speak of the Devil. I cast a worried glance at the door and got off Live Feed and shut down my lap top.

My dad jerked open my door and glared down at me, "Well you little bitch. Seems you forgot my beer again." He picked me up like I was a feather and threw me against the wall. I felt a sharp pain go up my back and blood poured down from my head. My dad's boot slammed upside my head and caught one of my ribs, cracking it in no time. I gripped my black carpet with my right hand tightly. I had learned not to give him the satisfaction of hearing my screams or seeing my tears.

Soon he got bored and left me there to bleed. I took out a knife and slit my arms twice. One for my suckish life, two for my helplessness. Why couldn't I be stronger? I curled up into a tight ball, not bothering to clean my wounds, and cried myself into an uneasy sleep.

About two hours later I woke up to a strange sort of laughter. It sounded insane, and non-human. I thought about it for a moment, hoping it was just a fragment of my imagination. It got louder and more high pitched. Nope, not a fragment of my imagination. This was real, and close, in my house. And in my dad's room, right next to mine.

I opened my door then paused outside my dad's door. I heard the insane laughter even better from here. And a gushing sound, like blood splattering walls. I took a deep breath and opened my dad's door. I gasped at the sight. My dad's body hung from his bed sheets in the upper loft of his bed. Knife wounds were all over him and blood still rushed down from his body. On the floor was a piece of my dad's hand that had been stabbed multiple times.

Crimson stains covered the pure white walls. I felt like I was living in a horror movie. Girl's dad was abusive. He got killed by a phsyco path, and the girl is about to get killed by said killer. And I did not want to be murdered today. Standing in the shade of the door, was Jeff, Jeff the Killer with a stained knife. It's blade was dripping blood. And was walking, walking towards me.

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