After it happened, after that bitch I called 'mum' came in and took all her anger out on me, I lay there, motionless, staring blindly at the ceiling listening to the rain bounce off the house and 'plop' into small crevasses in the roof. I lived in a dingy small flat, in the middle of no-where with only my mum, which I hated (greatly).
That night since I was overly concerned about my mother I decided to go for a small walk (although it was raining). I grabbed my black hoody, pulled my dark brown hair back into a low ponytail (hair still partly covering my face) and headed out of the door. Wind brushed agenised my pail face, flapping my hood back, I but didn't care, I headed for the local shop, and purchased a bottle of vodka, nobody really knew anyone in this town, and because I looked older than I was they served me alcohol on a 'whim'. I knew exactly where I was going, to the park; it was where I always went when I was depressed.
When I arrived I hid under one of the rotting wooden playhouses and focused on my thoughts, I fell deeper and deeper into depression, with every sip I took. A bleary finger came into sight; he was a man, about 6 foot 2. He had jet black hair, pail white skin; his face had partly scared up around his mouth. Although to most people would find him, vulgar and unattractive I didn't. 'Who the fuck are you' I said in a spitting tone. 'Me?' The unknown said in a calm raspy voice 'well I'm Jeff, not that you will know that for much longer' Jeff chuckled, a grin appearing on his pail face. 'I already know your name; you are Jess living in the flat across the road. I knew you were coming Jess.' The thoughts that were flooding my mind were not of fear, but of relief, I was already deeply depressed, (dew to the alcohol consumption) all I had to do was aggravate this psycho and death would inevitably come.
I stood up knocking the bottle of half empty vodka and bumping my head on the play house roof. 'COME ON THEN!' I shouted psychotically, Jeff removed a gleaming knife from his pocket with no hesitation. I fell to my knees with a smile on my face 'please, do it' Jeff was taken back, this had never happened before, never the less the blood lust was still there, he needed to kill, he lifted the knife up 'JUST DO IT...please' this time in a pleading tone. 'HEY YOU' said a voice in the distance, 'STOP' Jeff couldn't risk any further attention, he fled, then I blacked out. I later found out that, that person who stopped lived next door to me, and came to check out what all the noise was.
It was a week after the incident, my mum, she was found dead, stabbed, her intestines ripped from her stomach (the smell, oh god, the smell was vulgar) and written with blood on the wall was 'GO,- TO,- SLEEP'. Of course I was upset a life was lost, and in such a horrible and disturbing manner, but I was kind of relived that didn't have to put up with her shit anymore, you could say I was, thankful. Do you want to know the most disturbing part of it? After the incident I found I letter by my bedside table, and it read… 'No more suffering –Jeff' when I read toughs words my heart sank, could this be the same 'Jeff' I met in the park... It had to be! I wasn't sure what to feel at this point, it's like I didn't know my life, did this 'Jeff' try to help me?