Disclaimer: I don't own Creepy Pasta
Hey guys, so this chapter features Jeremy from the Creepypasta Liars, and if you don't know what Liars is about I reccomend it because its really good. Its abt of Jeff's backstory but really depressing, basically this guy whose brutally honest gets acid dropped on his face and he killes them one by one...and if you read last chapter with Jane then you know how this will end.
My mother always taught me to be honest with people.
She always told me that honesty was the best policy, and to always speak my mind and fight for what I believed in. My parents never sugarcoated anything, they always straight up told me the cold, hard, bitter truth. Growing up, my parents never told me about the Easter Bunny, Santa or the Tooth Fairy. Unfortunately, this caused problems in my earlier years because I'd tell the kids who did believe. And they'd cry, or looked shocked and ask their parents, who'd immediately glare at mine and walk off.
I lost a lot of friends this way, no one wanted to let their kid play with me because I was so brutally honest and they didn't want their child's naive innocence corrupted by me. Only one kid played with me, before he became the nightmare of everyone and the monster living under the bed he was my friend. Jeff babysat me a couple of times, and he taught me to practice discretion. That it was ok to be honest, but not squash the beliefs others had...to say what I thought, but to do it in a respectful manner.
I'd try...and fail
But my best friend Jeff, was always there to help me and cheer me up, he taught me to be a wise guy and make smartmouth remarks whenever someone did bully me...then a year later he went crazy, and I never saw him again. Everyone looked at me differently, because they knew I used to be friends with "The Boogeyman" there was even a rumor going around, that if you hung out with me. The Boogeyman came and killed you...I wished that was what would happen. Sometimes I'd get so angry I wished Jeff would come and kill them...show them who was boss...then I'd tell myself that it wasn't me talking..it was the anger.
I remember this one day so vividly, Sally Simmons had pushed me headfirst into the paints on the paper plate on my desk...so I painted something on her shirt, she cried and my parents had to pay for the dry cleaning bill. My parents decided that after that, we needed a fresh start. So we moved, to a small town where everyone knew everyone. It was one of those quaint, all-american, apple pie, white picket fence kind of place. Here, I tried to keep my temper in check...so instead of fighting with my fists I began fighting with my words. I became the king of sarcasm at the tender age of ten.
Throughout middle school everyone knew me as the sarcastic kid who sat back, and would make smartass remarks. A lot of people thought I was funny, and even some of the teachers thought I was pretty cool. I remember this one old man teacher we'd go through class, making smartass remarks at one another and take it in stride. Everyone loved Mr. Laramie, he was the coolest teacher ever. I wasn't technically in his class, but rather a T.A. and I'd help the old guy out when it came to the really disrespectful crap.
The kids would look up at him, and he'd shrug it off and send them to the office. Then he died thanks to my old buddy Jeff, What was once pity became annoyance and contempt. What right did he have to snuff people out like that? Sure Randy deserved it but what about all of the other people he killed...did they deserve it too Jeff?...Did they? Slowly more and more people died and Jeff became a boogeyman that everyone adults and children alike feared. And little by little, I hated him. And now thanks to him, the kids I heckled would tease me and this continued especially after they found out I used to be friends with Jeff...this was elementary school all over again.
So we had to move, and once again in school, I was the king of sarcasm...with my brutally honest opinions and sharp tongue no one dared mess with me...then high school hit and something happened that changed my life forever.
I fell in love
Her name was Jane, and she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She had this hair that was just so dark, and this voice, this- everything about her was perfect. One thing I noticed though, was Jane always wore baggy clothes and never let any guys touch her. I discovered this one day, when I saw some guy poke her to get her attention and she immediately shrank back. I tried talking to her once or twice, but she always hid behind her books, and these cards she'd shuffle. I'd said hi and done my best to befriend her until she became more and more comfortable.
Pretty soon, she'd come to school with her big baggy sweaters, and the minute she saw me she'd take them off...almost like she was beginning to open up to me. I noticed too that the more she began to get comfortable, the more she began to fall for me like I'd fallen for her. She told me about herself...about what Jeff had done to her. How because of him she'd been forced to move from her home to live with relatives who eventually dumped her off with a priest that...well. I understood why she wore baggy clothes, and hated guys touching her.
And I grew angrier...and angrier...I hated Jeff, and hated that priest...
So I told her about who Jeff was, and how he became what he is... she told me about what she did in middle school, and even if I knew that Santa and the Easter Bunny weren't real I knew ghosts, and monsters were real. So I told her my theory, and she accepted me..she didn't make fun of me for my past with Jeff..no what she did, changed me. She kissed me, and I kissed her back..we stayed on that field kissing for a long time.
With Jane by my side I ignored the bullies, and people who hated my guts because of my mouth...only for them to destroy my life by pouring acid on my face. I screamed as I felt the hot, burning liquid eat away at my skin. My face becoming nothing but a burned and unrecognizable mess. I heard them say it was me, and say they were innocent..they lied, and I'd always hated liars. So I came up with a plan to show them who was boss once and for all...years of bullying rushed in my mind and I decided to become the monster they feared I'd become.
One by one...I kidnapped them...one by one I killed them...
A small part of me told me to kill more, that more blood needed to be spilt but I kept myself in check by thinking of Jane and how much Jeff had hurt her, of Mr. Laramie who'd been killed by my old friend...and of Jeff who'd killed so many innocent people and spilt so much blood that he'd become a monster. I swore I'd only ever kill those who deserved it...so I recorded it, and sent the video tape to Brett's house. I knew what I was about to do would make me a monster like Jeff, I tried to tell myself that I was not Jeff...I was not a monster. I stole my mother's wedding ring, and headed off with acid in hand. After this...
After my revenge I was going to go to Jane's house...the one person who I knew would stand by me.
I was going to ask her to be my wife.
I went to Brett's house and I poured acid on his face, killing him as he'd killed me...the old me at least. Then I felt something sharp in my back. I looked back, thinking it was Brett's family or something, and then I saw Jane crying, and looking so scared and terrified. I remembered her telling me about Jeff killing her family, and I realized how this must've looked to her...I tried to explain myself but she kept stabbing...and stabbing..and stabbing. I fell to the ground feeling the blood drain out and the darkness come in.
I looked up at Jane crying and placed a hand on her cheek...I wanted hers to be the last face I saw before I died.
'I'm sorry Jane, I didn't mean to scare you...they deserved it, you know they did. I love you, so much and I'd do anything for you...I wanted you to be my wife, but i'm fine with being your guardian angel.' were the words I wanted to say but they stayed stuck in my throat. She ran away and I was left to die...alone, I hoped that wherever I was going that she'd be there with me too and we'd be together forever. Away from Jeff, away from the pain and darkness...and with that.
I closed my eyes
