HEYA GUYS!

XxItaChanxX here [The writer of this story] with a message for all you readers out there!

The first thing to get out of the way here is that this isn't a normal story, this is a sequel. The original story is called 'Jeff the Killer - Not Expected' and it's quite a long one. If you want to understand anything in this story just, you'll need to read that first.

You can find it on my account page under its name :)

Anyway, a new chapter begins in the world of Jeff the Killer and his friends and lost love...

Let's begin, shall we? :)

~Ciao

Prologue

Being trapped was most definitely the one thing that Jessie Walker couldn't handle anymore.

The insanity that the 'experts' claimed that others like her in the institute suffered from and attempted to convince them and her alike – despite having no actual evidence of her having any psychological or mental health issues – that they could be saved from, was nothing compared to the immense pain and suffering of being confined to one building, one room, one person to actually talk to, and no place to call home. Being imprisoned in a building and told what to do and how do it, with the fear of punishment and being completely isolated form any human contact, and worst of all, not being allowed to go outside the bared wired gates of the institute, were the few things driving her to the brink of insanity.

She sat in the office of her psychiatrist, her hands supporting her cheeks and her elbows on the mahogany desk; she sat in the patient's side of the desk, glaring out the barred window to the glistening city lights of the urban night sky, which she was constantly being told she could never witness or dazzle at from anywhere except inside the walls of the mental-health institution. She knew that it must've been terrible for the members of staff at the hospital to have offices with bars on the windows; it must've made them feel like prisoners herself – it was no wonder why most of them hated their jobs.

She had been stuck in the facilities for just about a year now and she had made no improvements according to the doctors. Her memories that went beyond the massacre were virtually non-existent and she showed no signs of knowing why, how or even when she had murdered her parents, friends and classmates; she was convinced for the longest time that the event never really happened and that the hospital's members of staff were keeping her there for unjust reasoning just because they could however, after a couple of months, the confused teenager began to research into her past by asking the gossiping nurses, reading newspapers from around the time of the incident, and reading up on the testimony of the last survivor of the massacre – Anthony Williams, Jessie's previous best friend and next door neighbour – and managed to put everything together and realised that she must've been the one who committed the murders.

The instant she grasped the facts, her disgust and hatred for her own being grew and became a bubble of dark matter that engulfed her already broken and damaged heart, dragging her down and not allowing her to even attempt to do as the doctors and nurses said and try to help herself. She didn't consider herself a bad and uncooperative patient, she just didn't know why they were all trying to help a murderer who would sink so low as to kill her own family and friends for – as far as she could tell – no reason at all; in her eyes, there was no point in trying to regain her memories or become a normal human being. Society would never take her back, no one wanted to help her or even give her the time of day.

Everyone hated her.

The doctors did eventually figure out what was wrong with her after a few months. When she arrived and a mystery individual had dropped her off to the hospital, they instantly realised that she had a large gash on the back of her head, causing a small concussion and damaged to her hippocampus within the brain, effecting not her long term or short term memories as that kind of damage usually does, but all of her memories from before she arrived to the hospital. She had no memories of anything that she had done, meaning that she had no idea that she was a serial killer or who she killed; she had eventually displayed signs of being an ordinary teenage girl and someone who would never even think of harming another person, however because of what she had done and the ripple effect because of it, they couldn't release her from incarceration just yet. She would have to stay at the hospital until she remembered what she had done, just in case she miraculously recalled everything while she was released and killed again, and then she could go through the ordinary procedures of a serial killer; she would be taken to court if she remembered what she did, but there was no point since she would plead for insanity or for not being in control of her actions, meaning that justice couldn't be served. It was for the safety of the public, and all of them felt safer now that she was trapped in the hospital and can't get out.

Jessie sighed and rested her head on her crossed arms, her eyes shut as she listened to the radio. She only ever got a chance to listen to the BBC radio channel when she was waiting for her psychiatrist, Dr. Fredrick, in her office; she always left the radio on for Jessie when she waited for her so she had something nice to do. The patients weren't allowed to do a lot in the hospital, so Dr. Fredrick wanted to make Jessie feel as though she had a chance to be a normal person and use something that she didn't have access to in the hospital – even if it was for a small amount of time.

Jessie liked Dr. Fredrick a lot. She was one of the only people in the hospital that treated her like a person rather than just another patient she had to deal with.

The soothing voice of the man reading the news was contrasted with the seriousness of the topic he was speaking about, which was actually Jessie.

"It has been nearly a year now since the Oxford Jeff Replica Murders, and all of our hearts reach out to the families and loved ones effected by the cold killings. The teenagers Jonathan-."

Jessie researched into the people that the doctors said she had killed, including John, Sally, Lavinne and Ann-Ann. Three of them were close friends of hers, but even now she couldn't remember their names; as the BBC radio man read out their names and listed how their families were suffering and coping with their deaths almost a year later, Jessie glanced over to her file, which laid on Dr. Frederick's desk, wondering whether she should bother reading it or not. It may be her last chance to see what the doctor and the hospital really thought of her, although that didn't matter to her anymore.

"…and the parents of the criminal, Jessie Walker."

There was her name.

"The teenager in question was an ordinary girl with a not-so-ordinary hobby, which many of her classmates comment on in interviews about her. She liked to research into famous and not-so-famous serial killers, and take notes on them. After the killings, the police searched her house and found countless books, DVD's and her internet research was covered in information about serial killers and their pasts and crimes. Her classmates state that she never explained why she did this, but it was worrying, however one of her best friends, and the last survivor of the massacre, Anthony Williams, stated that none of the other students knew about the habit except for her close friends because she was self-conscious about sharing information about herself with anyone, let alone her fellow pupils."

Anthony was the one friend that Jessie heard about the most because he was the one who survived. She hadn't taken an attempt on his life apparently, despite the fact that he ended up in hospital when the events were over. He had taken an attempt at his own life when discovering that Sally Simmonds was dead and gone; they, and Jessie Walker, were a tight-nit group of friends that would've done anything for each other, so when he found out that Jessie had killed her and could be on her way to kill him too, he had decided that taking himself out would've been a good way of escaping his terrible fate and preventing his friend from doing something she'd regret.

Jessie was interested in this friend in particular because he was sill alive; she wondered why she hadn't killed him back then.

"…and escaped. Jessie Walker is now in the West-End Institute for Mental Recovery and is being kept there because her memories had been wiped clean after a mysterious blow to the head ailed her just before a mystery man or women brought her to the hospital and left her unconscious on their door-step. Some believe that she had passes out after traveling to the hospital herself when she suffered her head injury, thinking that it was an ordinary hospital, or because she wanted to turn herself in knowing that she was insane and needed the help, however there is much question how she got through the gates of the hospital considering the security.

The girl is considered a Jeff the Killer follower because of her excessive amounts of information on the American murderer. This would explain why the first killings in Oxfordshire around that time were done in an almost identical manner to Jeff the Killer; back then, the majority of people believed that the killings were committed by the infamous man himself, however now we can strongly assume that the murders were committed by Jessie. Some believe that we cannot assume something like that because of insufficient evidence, however the likelihood of this being the case is extremely likely."

Jessie had had enough of the radio and hearing about this 'Jeff the Killer' that she was believed to be obsessed with; she didn't now much about him as a serial killer, but she knew that he was someone that she didn't want to research or try and learn more about. He couldn't be that special if she didn't remember him now. She stopped listening, but still kept the machine on, so that she didn't feel completely alone in the room.

She really wanted to talk to Dr. Fredrick that day. Recently, she had been feeling different and needed someone to talk to about it. She didn't know if it was because everyone was talking about the murders she committed or because she felt like she was going crazy being locked away in the hospital, but she felt as though she was beginning to get this urge inside her. This urge to do things that she never thought she would ever do and it was eating her up inside.

Her large, dark eyes wondered towards the end of the desk, where there laid two objects, a bull-point pen and a letter-opening knife. She didn't even think that people used those knives anymore, especially someone as young as Dr. Fredrick, but maybe it was just for show. The two objects were covered in a running, red liquid that leaked and dripped from the once clean desk to the light blue carpet, along with Jessie's caramel coloured hands, since they were covered in it as well and now – because of her putting her hands on her face – her face was as well.

"I guess I should get up and get going, huh, Doctor…?"

Jessie's eyes drifted to the floor, which had a large puddle of dark, thick blood that stained the carpet. Next to the large pile was the body of Dr. Fredrick. Her back had been stabbed many times with the bull-point pen, and then her front and legs had been stabbed multiple times by the knife; she was laid on her front, so Jessie could see clearly where she had gouged out her eyeballs and cut out her tongue, allowing for blood to leak from her mouth and drip to the dead head's side.

"I'm sorry, Doctor…" Jessie whispered almost silently. "…but now I can escape."

The murderer got to her feet and walked around to the other side of the desk; she opened one of the draws and found Dr. Fredrick's car keys sitting on top of a pile of papers. Calmly, she picked them up and held them tightly in her dark hands as she made her way to the dead body and hovered over it, still wearing her grey, dull hospital gown that she despised so much; her once shoulder-length, midnight-colored hair had grown to be down the middle of her back. She didn't have a specific agenda to grow it out, but she couldn't be bothered to cut either.

"Now I can leave this place…and be free again…and find him…"

~:~

One Year Previous:

I remember a guy.

I don't know what his name is or what he looks like, but I remember what he sounds like. He had a groggy voice, like he was a smoker. And I remember him telling me things that I don't quite understand.

Like, I remember him saying that if I used a certain kind of conditioner on him, he'd smell like a strawberry...no, wait, he said he'd smell like a girl and I said that he'd smell like a strawberry.

And I remember him saying that we were monsters once.

I also remember him saying that he liked a gamer called…P…Pewdiepie…because I used to watch him game.

And…and I remember him saying…that…he loved me…

I don't remember who he was.

I want to remember…

I want to remember who he was.