I woke to the sound of screaming, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice. I took a quick glance to my clock, 3:54 am. I look out my window, I see a person, casually walk out of my neighbor's house. From his height, he's barely taller than me I could guess. Since it was so dark it was hard to make out anything else about him. I assumed it must of been nothing that concerned me, and I went back to sleep.
I woke again the next night, a person, his face hovering over mine, to be the first thing I see. His face is snow white, his eyes big and blue, His hair very long and black. But there was another thing I noticed, He had a very easy to notice injury. Cut's on his lips, but not on them, around them, making him look as if he was always smiling. And he had to no eye lids from what I could tell. He uttered in a some what younger voice than I expect. "Go to sleep." At the same moment, my door burst open, it was my older brother Adam. The strange person shot a quick glance to him, then to me, then to my open window, and beamed for it, escaping my room into the soulless night. I went to sleep, after my brother assured I was ok, called the police, they assured I was ok, they left, my brother yet again assuring I was ok.
I couldn't sleep at all that night, he was all I could think about, he was so...out of the ordinary. So much like someone I wanted to be friends with. Who was weird, probably judged, crazy, maybe in a good way, and not normal like I am. I kinda wanted to meet him.
That morning, it was sunday. I quickly slipped on a took off my pj's and slipped on some dark jeans, and my "My Chemical Romance" t-shirt, went downstairs, ate whatever slop my mom put infront of me, then put on my black hoodie, and went to the park to sit around and continplate humanity. I saw the person that had attacked me last night, swinging casually back and forth, back and forth. He quickly looked over at me, stopped swingig, and walked over to me. I stood there, waiting for him to reach me, not alarmed, not scared, just standing there, waiting. He finally aproached me. "Hey, your the girl I tried to kill last night aren't you. The way he said that, it was so casual, but he must of given up on killing me, so that's always a plus. I went along with the totally casual conversation. "Yeah, the one and only. So, I wanted to know your name, if you'd be willing to tell me." I was good at this totally casual talking. "Jeff... But most call me Jeff the killer, I personally don't care what you call me..." I blinked. Jeff? It eamed like such an ordinary name for someone who kills people. Even more so for someone who has the words "the killer" after it.
I kept thinking to myself in those 10 tiny moments before I said another word. "I like this guy..."