Jeffery Winger Must Die
A/N Someone is out to kill Jeff, but who is it, and why?
PROLOGUE
I'm numb. As I look around I realize how dark it is. I try to move but I feel how wet my shirt is. I touch my stomach and a sharp pain hits me. I cry out and now my mind is racing. I'm behind Greendale. My back is against a brick wall. And I'm bleeding. I was attacked. Where's everyone else? Why am I alone? Did who ever got me get them too?
The ground is cold.
I can't feel my feet anymore.
I'm shaking.
And I'm alone.
Is this it? Is this the end? I should have screamed before, because now I don't even have the strength to move. Think, think! That's the only way to get out of this. I move my eyes weakly around. Then I realize someone's been standing next to me the whole time. Watching me die.
Rage fills me and I try to get up. My body gives out on me and I fall on my face.
"I told you," the person says sitting on their knees next to me. They put their hand on my back and I feel like giving up. I can't believe it came to this. I'm dying at someone's feet.
"I told you over and over again, but you never accepted it Jeffery." They pushed me onto my back. My visions blurring, I can't see who it is.
"Please," I wheeze, "stop."
"Oh? After all those times, all those times ignoring me? You want me to stop?"
I just nod slightly, my eyes getting watery.
"Fine. I'll leave you to die alone. You always wanted to be alone, isn't that right Jeffery?"
I close my eyes; tears are rolling down my cheeks. No, I never wanted to be alone. I just wanted everyone to think I did.