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I sighed aggravated. I had another fight with my mom. She wouldn't let me go out with my two best friends, tonight. Typical for teenagers, right? She says I'm too young to go out at this time of night. I'm only 14 and it's only 7:40pm. I told her that I hated her and I hope she died. She's been doing this to me lately. Not letting me live my life as a teenager. It's been getting on my nerves. I know it's been rough for us ever since dad died. He was in a car accident. That was 2 months ago and ever since then, mom has been stricter on me. I guess she's trying to protect me… So she doesn't lose me like dad.
With nothing else to do, I go on my computer, on YouTube, and look at some Jeff the Killer tribute videos. His story is sad yet scary. When I first read his story, I couldn't sleep for 3 nights. Jeff seems like an interesting character. Of course I didn't believe in him. He wasn't real… But a part of me deep down inside, thinks he's real. I convinced myself that he isn't real. Besides, if he were to come after me, he wouldn't come to New York. I live upstate in New York, where the woodland area is. I live in a 3 story house. After going through many videos, I soon turned my computer off.
It is 9:36 pm. I decide to go to sleep. I turn my light off but leave my T.V on. I always sleep with my T.V on but my mom comes in my room and turns it off. I know that because sometimes I wake up in the middle of night, seeing it off. Sometimes I hear her in my sleep. It's kind of like a routine now. Sleep with T.V on. Mom comes in, turns it off. Wakes up, seeing it off. Goes back to sleep. I'm a weird person. Like I say, 'Weird people are awesome people.'
I have a dream of the sound of a window being crashed through; As if someone burst through it. It sounded so real. I woke up at exactly at mid-night. 12:00 am. As if it was on purpose to wake up at this time. I saw that my T.V was still on. Weird. Even if my mom was mad at me, I would have expected her to turn it off because it would raise the electric bill. Then a silly thought enter my head. 'Jeff the Killer.' 'No. He's not real. My mom was quite tired from work today so she probably fell asleep after the fight we had...' 'Yeah… That's it.' I convinced myself once more. I get scared real easy. I may seem like I'm tough and fearless when really, I'm weak and a scaredy cat.
I got out of bed and turned the T.V off and the light on. The house was still, there was complete utter silence. I opened my door and went to check on my mom. I went down to the second floor where my mom's room was at. My room was on the third floor. I saw that my mom's door was open. I pushed it open and stepped in. I turned to where her bed area was. I never expected to see the scene in front of me. I felt like my whole world stopped. I tried to convince myself that this wasn't real. That I was dreaming. No, that this was just a horrible nightmare. But there was no valid to convince myself in any way that this was just a nightmare. It was real.
I backed up into the wall and slid my back down it, with my hand over my mouth, and eyes wide open. My mom lay on her bed, eyes wide open, stomach torn open, organs spilling out, bones showing arms cut, and a smile carved onto her mouth. My heart raced a thousand miles per minute. Tears swelled up in my eyes. I wasn't only crying because she was dead, but I didn't get to say goodbye. I didn't mean what I said to her. I don't want her to die! She was all I got! I started to hyperventilating. I couldn't think any more. All I thought was 'I'm sorry.' All over again, on repeat. I don't think I'll ever be the same again. Too many memories flooded my head. Memories of me behind teased. Yes, I was bullied. I barely had friends and if I did, they would take advantage of my kindness.
I was so occupied by what had happen, with my eyes stuck on my mom, that I didn't see who enter the room. My thoughts and crying was cut off when I heard footsteps approach me. When I looked up, I did not expect to see what I saw. Eyes that where filled with darkness, evil and craziness. Dark all around them. A smile carved on that white leathery skin. He was literally white. Like in the story. Jeff the Killer. His white hoodie was tainted with freshly blood… My mother's blood and soon to be mines.
He held a big knife. My mother always kept the sharp knives in her closet. Now I know how it felt like to be frozen in fear, like in the stories and fan-fictions. Your body is stuck on stupid when your mind is screaming run. He came closer to me. 'Run…' 'Run…' 'RUN!' My mind screamed. I forced myself to get up and run out of the room. I heard his footsteps not far behind me. I hated myself for being a slow runner. I ran down the stairs to the first floor. The kitchen window was broken. My dream of the sound of window being broken was real. I ran towards the front door and opened it with my shaky hands. I thought I was free when I open the door but then my hair was pulled, causing me to fall backwards. He grabbed a hand full of my hair, dragging me back in. "No! No!" I screamed. Tears were streaming down my face. Pleading wouldn't help. I knew it too so I didn't.
When he let go, he raised his knife above me. I didn't want to get stabbed. I didn't want to feel pain. "Haven't I been through enough?!" I screamed. He held his knife above me, getting ready to say his famous words. At that time, I got up as quickly as my body could and ran for it, outside. Usually people would have stayed or be too scared to run. I ran through the streets, screaming. Soon, I couldn't scream any more because it would make me run slower. I heard him far behind me. "You can't run." He said.
I was slowing down. I couldn't run no more. My body hurt and my side started to get bad cramps. 'No!' I screamed in my head. I fell onto the ground. I heard his footsteps behind me. 'Get up. Please! Please! I don't want to die!' I screamed at myself mentally, breathing heavy. I tried to crawl away but I heard him laugh. I knew I was going to die. I was scared. Fear was all I felt.
I sat up and looked at him. Tears tainted on my cheeks. At least I can put up a fight before I die. I stood up and charged toward shim, knocking him down. I went on top of him, grabbing his hand that held the murder weapon. I pinned him down while trying to grab the knife from his hand. "Hehe. A runner and a fighter. You don't look like the type to fight back." He said. "I-I don't want to die." I said.
There was no valid into getting that knife from the grip of his hand. The only solution was to keep him down with all my might. I can't pin him down forever though. He laughed. "What are you going to do now?" "I…" I didn't know what to do. "You don't know," He said. "You can't keep me down forever." I didn't look him in the eyes. Not even once. I was terrified.
Suddenly, I was flipped over onto my back. I had let my grip loose just for the tiniest bit. 'Shit!' I mentally cursed myself. "Lila, you have let go." He said. 'How did he know my name?!' Before I can think any thing else, I felt the most unbearable pain in my life. He stabbed me in my stomach. He cuts my stomach open. I screamed. "S-stop! Please! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Tears poured down my face. He pulled my organs out. Blood started forming around me. Then he went to my face. I couldn't move from the pain. He cut my mouth so I was smiling. Just like him. "You're almost beautiful." He held his knife over my heart. I could barely see now. I was screaming and crying still. He said his most famous yet deadly words. "Go… To… Sleep." He pierced his bloody knife through my heart. Those were the last things I heard till I went into my slumber.
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