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I don't know what's wrong with me. He decided to waltz in after everything he did to me and I allowed it. Maybe it's my own ignorance talking, but at the same time…should I even trust him after all these years?

It started out like this. After the encounter with the blazing building and I end up getting burned and shit. I decided to turn a new leaf, even though God knows it wasn't going to be easy, I wanted to get my dream job, meet a guy that I liked, start a family with him, you know, the generic crap that we kids fantasize about. I needed that. Jeff was gone, and I wanted to get over him. I couldn't allow him to continue to make me go mad.

So, that's exactly what I did. I dropped the "Jane The Killer" act and bought an apartment near the city. Now, I won't say the place was hunky dory, hell; it was like some mental bitch came in and trashed the entire thing. The walls were peeling off, from what it looked like there were rotting teeth and blood on the floor, and (one more complaint) there was no furniture. Isn't my luck just fabulous? This is why I don't trust the Internet and it's bullshit. The guy told me it was a nice apartment, completely furnished. Well! I step into this pothole and find out that it's a total waste of my money.

I plopped my suitcase onto the bed (which was the only type of furniture they had, along with kitchen appliances, and a television), and sat down, staring at my black stilettos, now I was stumped. I bought an apartment. Yippee! Now what the hell do I do next? After all this time, after all the hatred that just kept me going, I never had time to just sit down and think what I'd do next in my life. Even though I hate to admit it, Jeff had always kept me going, always had given me a goal to accomplish, and now…he was gone. Do I actually miss him? Noooooo, Miss that idiot? I think I would rather be caught dead than miss him. Then again…No! Stop right there! I don't miss him! Gaaaaah! Stop playing with my mind!

Growling, I just got up and went into the bathroom, it wasn't half bad, looked like this was the only thing they made sure to keep clean. Though this was an apartment, they didn't like to gather hot water from the city, and so had a heater downstairs in the basement, which I think was slightly stupid, but then again, I don't know what kind of shit this place has been through. Health code violations, bills, taxes, and all the jolly good stuff the city sends us. Turning the heater on, and after walking out of the bathroom, I immediately went into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a nice cold bottle of beer. Well damn! They have no furniture, rotting teeth and blood on the floor, and peeling walls, but that doesn't matter! They HAD to keep fucking beer in the fridge, like that was SOOO going to get customers to come and rent the place out. Maybe I should shut up when it comes to renting out this place…since I am one of the idiots who did, and hey, a free beer isn't all that bad.

Walking back to my room, I sat back on my bed, and leaned against the wall, turning the TV on and watching the news. I wasn't really paying attention to it; all I heard was that some psycho had murdered an old woman's cat and left it on her doorstep. I didn't really want to hear those types of stories, cause it just reminds me of how sickening this world really is. No matter how much people actually try, the world doesn't change; it just gets worse for the generations to come. I took a long sip from my beer, before staring back at the blonde news reporter. She looked about twenty five years old, maybe a little older, she was a Caucasian, slim and trim, pretty long earrings that looked a bit like what Indian people wear (No Racism Included), and a nice beige coat over a white buttoned shirt. She had a popping red lipstick on which really made her blue eyes popped. Now since I was fully alert, I decided to listen to what she had to say.

"The medical examiner of the Hospital of Michigan has declared that a body is missing from the morgue, evidence claims that the body was a young man in his twenties, pale, and a smile running down from his cheek bones to his mouth."

The moment she said that, I spat the beer right out of my mouth, my eyes widening. Hell no, it can't be, he can't be alive, I saw him die, I KILLED HIM MY FUCKING SELF! No…maybe it's someone else, maybe they'll give us a name and I can go back to relaxing…

"Fortunately, the medical examiner was able to identify the body…28315, or better known as Jeffery Woods."

That's it, I'm going to die, and he's going to come after me. I got up, my legs feeling weak. DAMN IT! Couldn't that fucker just stay dead for Pete's sake? I quickly grabbed my suitcase, packing everything quickly. Knowing Jeff, he'd figure out a way to find me, he had his allies. I needed to think of a plan and just stay calm, come on? Like he'd have the guts to come and fuck around with Jane Arkensaw. No bitch, you ain't getting any of this! But still…I have to give the devil it's due, Jeff is a smart guy. Back in high school, he was the one who was getting a GPA of 4.0, me on the other hand 3.6, not my best game. I mean his a psycho, not saying that he's not, but he's a smart psycho, always has a Plan B, C, and D by his side, in case Plan A doesn't work.

While I was busy flashbacking, I heard something coming from the bedroom.

"Shit.." I thought, "He found me! Already!"

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer, slowly walking inside, my heart was racing and I knew if he'd attack me, I'd have to think of something quick to do. Once I entered the room, nothing was there, the window was open, but no one was in my room. I looked outside my window for just a few seconds, to make sure he wasn't hanging around. After releasing a heavy breath that was dying to leave my lungs, I went back inside, closing the window.

Just then…he slammed me against the wall, and the next thing I know is: I'm staring at Jeff The Killer.