Chapter 1
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I hear someone slowly open my door. I open my heavy eyelids to see the person behind the wooden barrier. "Jill… Are you asleep?" The unknown person says as they enter my room I then realize it's my mother. "No, I'm awake.." I say sitting up. "Make sure to lock your window. You remember what was on the news, don't you hun?" I think back to earlier that night when my family and I were sitting in our family room watching the news channel, but as I'm thinking I can't really remember what was happening. I didn't really pay attention.. "No. Not really." My mother sighs. "There is a serial killer loose so you need to lock your window." She kisses me goodnight and heads back they way she came, closing my door behind her. It's not like anyone would just decide to go to a house like mine. There's nothing interesting or fun about me. Some say I'm pretty but I don't feel or show emotions. That causes me to get picked on at school. I stopped showing and feeling emotion when I was little. Now I'm sixteen and I don't care what happens. Like yesterday at school….
"Why don't you have emotion Jill? Do you have no heart? Are you the heartless bitch that everyone takes you for?"A tall, slender woman asks. I feel a hard pain in my stomach as one of boys she's with punch me in the stomach hard. I look up at the boy expressionless. "I don't know. It seems I don't know a lot these days. Do what you must." I reply with nothing hinting in features.." My reply seems to piss the woman off. She shoves the boy aside and brings her foot to my face, knocking my head back from the impact. I let my head lower. She grabs my brown, wavy hair and brings my face close to hers until I'm looking her in the eye. "You piece of shit. I hope that Jeff gets you." I'm a little confused by her comment because i have no idea who 'jeff' is. So i look at her and voice the question relaying in my head. "Who's Jeff?" The woman looks up at her comrades, "Don't tell her. It'll be fun that way, yeah?" They all nodded and laughed as they two boys holding let go and walked away, following their "leader" down the hall way as I fell to the ground, my legs to weak to hold my weight.
"Alright mom. I'll lock my window." I lie. 'It doesn't matter what happens to me anyway. It's not like I have an important role in this world' I stand and make my way to my window, closing and locking it, a loud click sounds through my room and I see the shadow of my mother disappear from under door, her footsteps click clacking down the stairs and out of earshot. When I know she's gone, I unlock my window and reopen it, relishing in the cool breeze of the night air. I climb back into bed. As I am almost asleep, I hear a rustling noise coming from outside. I get to my feet and look out the window, finding my cat scratching against the house siding. 'How did she get on the first floor roof?' I question as I bend myself out of the open hole and reach for the small feline, bringing her through the window with myself and set her on my bed. I crawl in next to her and pull her close, falling asleep to the lulling sound of her purrs.
Sometime in the middle of the night, i am woken by a weird noise coming from beside my bed. I open my eyes groggily and see a tall, dark figure just behind my cracked-open door. I presume it was my father and think nothing of it as i close my eyes and fall back asleep. A few moments later, a weight on my hips woke me once more. I thought it was my cat and moved to push the weight off but when my hand made contact with the strange weight, I realized this was not my cat. I move my hands to search the weight and find them to be another pair of hips. I open my eyes and try to rub away the sleep, wishing to see who the hell would be sitting on me. When i look up, i have to stare for a moment before my eyes adjust to the lighting. The moment they do, I'm met with a pair or crimson red eyes staring back at me.
I am not frazzled even by this and say, "If you are going to be on my bed could you not sit on me. I'm not the bed. If you want just lay next to me." After a few moments of silence I feel the weight on my hips move. I feel person lay next to me near the wall. Instead of turning away from the person I turn toward the person and scoot toward the person not knowing if it was a man or woman once I am close enough to touch the person with my head I press my hands against the chest to find no breasts. "So, you're a man." I feel him nod and I can hear his heartbeat at a steady and regular pace. "You're calm." I feel him nod once again. "Aren't you scared." I say. "Why would I be scared." He says softly. I snicker softly. "I am a regular teenage girl talking to someone who has broken into her house. I'm unfazed... I don't care." I feel his chest shake as a soft chuckle comes from him. "I also killed your parents." I shrug. "Oh well."
I feel one of his hands touch my cheek and feel his thumb make its way from my lips to me ear in an arch. He flips me over and does the same to my other cheek. I feel the wetness on my cheeks and can't tell what it is so I turn the light by my head on. I look at what he did in the mirror to find he used blood. I get up and walk over to my vanity where my mirror is. "I'm not unsympathetic to your situation I'll give you three seconds to run." I ignore him as I reach into a box on my vanity I hear the man as he moves behind me. I turn around to find a man in a white sweater with dark jeans. His face has cuts in it going from his lips to his ears. He has black hair that goes down to the nape of his neck and his bangs fall into his Crimson eyes he has a knife in his lap that has smears of blood on it. "So that's what you look like. At least your not ugly."
I turn back to the box and take a crimson red lipstick out. I put it on my lips and turn back around to face him. "I like this better, and it's not nice to not introduce yourself to the person you plan on killing." I lean on the vanity waiting for his answer. "Jeff." He says not releasing his eyes from mine. "Very original name." I say. "Very original parents." He says. "Let me guess they aren't around anymore are they." I say unimpressed. "They died with a smile." He says with a happy hint in his voice. "Like yours?" I say. "They did, they died with my painted smile." He smiles with his teeth which makes his painted smile open too. "Interesting." I say not really all that interested.
"Why aren't you running." He says. "Do I have to?" I ask. "It's preferable." He says interested. I sigh. "Fine." I walk slowly out of the room softly saying 'ahh, scream, scream.' Jeff follows me out of the room. I fling myself onto the stairs and start going down them. I am still softly saying 'ahh' because I'm to lazy to put effort into it. Once I get to the bottom flop onto my back looking at him leaning on the stairwell handle. "Well.. That was no fun at all." He says disappointed. "Really, well I don't know if I'm sorry or not. You see I can't quite be emotional." I say monotone. "So is that why you aren't scared." He says curious. "I don't really know I guess you can say I feel right at home with you." I say. He licks his thumb with the blood on it. With his thumb rested on his bottom lip, he says, "Weird." I look at him. "Is it?" I say. "Yes…. Very weird." He starts to lick his nail where more blood is. "Doesn't.. That taste like rusted iron?" He looks at me. "A little bit but you get used to it and either way it's still good for you."
I get the first in a long time ping of curiosity. "Wooow…" I say in awe. Another ping of emotion. "Holy shit!..." He looks down at me as if I was the insane one. "I'm scared to ask." He says. "I-I've just felt two emotions!" I start to smile. "Make that three." He looks at me with his expression unreadable. "I've just had an emotion I haven't felt in a long time too.." I look at him with curiosity burning in my eyes. I say, "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." He looks at me for a long time. "Fine you first."
I look at him and shrug. "Whatever you want, I've just felt curiosity, awe, and happiness." He looks at me. "All of those were positive… You just you were happy and awed by a serial killer…" He suddenly bursts out laughing. "Well, I am awed by you not only are you cute but you made me feel emotions. It's amazing." He laughs even more and bends down over the stairs. "S-stop I'll kill you." He somehow falls over and is now rolling down the stairs.
With a bang he lands on top of me but he catches himself at the last moment and our faces are inches away. He pulls away but ends up laying his head on my chest. He winds his arms around my neck and laces his fingers in my hair. "Jeff, you never told me your emotion." He glances up at me but looks back down quickly. I take my hand and start to pet down his hair softly. "Mmhh.." He groans softly. I smile. "S-Stop, doing that, -mmperson." I laugh. "Jill, my name is Jill." I keep petting his head. "If you don't stop petting me I'm going to kill you." I smile. "Do what you must." He looks up at me.
"You still haven't told me." He looks down and hides his face. "I-I'm scared of you and I want to cut you up like me but I also like you. A lot." I smile. "You need a bath." He looks up at me irritated. "Did you hear me?" I look at him. "Yes, you like me as a friend. We can be friends. I warn you though I've never had a friend." He starts to laugh softly. "You're so innocent. I want to make love to you." He looks at me daringly. "U-Um.. I-" He looks away and starts to get up I start to freak out and pull him to my chest roughly. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him deeper into my chest. "I-I'm a virgin." I vaguely hear him say, "That's all." I nod. "But you have to take a bath." I feel him moan. It vibrates so I start to squeal. "D-Don't do that." I feel him smile. He moans again with more force. My hands release him. "Hiiii~" He pulls himself up and looks into my eyes. "I'll only take a bath if you take one with me." I start to blush fiercely. "O-Okay.."