I felt eyes on me as I folded one of my tank tops and threw it in my suitcase. Jeff had been throwing me

these... Unnerving glances every so often, and it was coming to the point where I couldn't handle it for much

longer. He bit his lip.
"If your going to say something, then come out with it already!" I said, irritated. Jeff stayed silent, his

eyes retreated to the floor instead. I sighed, picking up a pair of skinny jeans. I felt a cool hand graze mine,

Jeff spoke from behind me.
"Can I tell you a story?" Jumping, I turned to face him.
"Is it a good story?"
"Kind of."
"Shoot." Jeff took in a deep breath, and relayed his words like he'd known them his entire life.
"Once there was a boy who lived happily with his parents and brother. One day they all moved to a new

place, which the boy wasn't very happy about. Him and his brother went to school by the bus, and ran into

three bullies. They threatened the both of them that they would have to follow their 'rules', or else. Things

turned downhill and the boy got angry. There was a fight, and the boy pummelled the bullies. They ran away

like scared little pussies." Jeff laughed a bit at his own joke.
"Finish the story!" I urged, intrigued.
"All right, calm down. The boy stabbed one of them, too, and the police arrived looking for the culprit.

Just as the boy was going to turn himself in, his brother came out and took the blame for the boys actions.

They took him instead, the boy begged for them to stop, but nothing worked. A while later, the boys parents

were invited to one of their neighbours kids birthday parties. They agreed and forced the boy to accompany

them. During the party the boy came face to face with the bullies again, this one they were vicious. Another

fight broke out, and the boy was set on fire. He blacked out, burning to death."

Jeff paused.
"That's it? C'mon there's got to be more than that!" I persisted. He grinned widely, holding his hands up.
"You got me, but I made it dramatic didn't I?" I rolled my eyes. Jeff cleared his throat.
"The boy woke up in the hospital with bandages covering his face, he couldn't see anything. Only able to

listen and feel his family he waited for his face to heal. When the time came, his parents were shocked. They

thought he was hideous! But the boy thought he was beautiful, and laughed all the way home. His brother had

returned from Juvy, as well. Later that night the mother awoke hearing odd cackling noises from the

bathroom. She found her son, slicing a smile onto his face. The boy wanted her to think he was beautiful, but

she couldn't. So he killed her. Followed the urge. He traveled into his fathers room next, and murdered him

too. Last of all, the boy entered his brothers room, and... and killed him. The boy escaped into the night-"

"Was this boys name Jeff?" I interrupted. He nodded, holding his head in his hands.

"I don't feel any regret. But sometimes I see Liu and just..." His words trailed off. I scooted closer to him.
"You said you don't feel any regret, but how can that be if you regret losing your brother?" Once I

pointed this out, Jeff lifted his head.
"Aren't you scared?" His eyes held confusion.

Afraid? I didn't really know the answer myself, maybe we were both crazy. I took a better look at the boy

beside me, grasped in insanity's clutches. It was like I could almost see a different version of him, a sane one.

Click. The boy from the river was the same one who kills people for a living. Same Jeff, different time, I

thought. I felt stupid for not putting the pieces together sooner, it was simple now that I looked at it.
"How could I be scared of someone who's so kind, anyway?" I felt heat rise onto my cheeks. Great. Now

was not the time.
"You don't know me very well then."
"Neither do you."
"Fair point. What's your story, then?" I waved my hand at him.
"Already told you, really. Mom died giving birth, Dad got what was coming to him. And..." I stopped,

brow furrowed. What was that? A slightly foggy image took up my vision. A tall, skinny woman stood. Her

brownish grey hair traveled down to her waist, eyes flashing a daring green. Pushing up a set of square, grey

glasses, she looked down at me, and smiled.
"Well you sure are something, Violet! Don't you go and forget about me now, lil sis!"

I felt reality swoosh back to me, I coughed hard.
"Woah, what's wrong? Violet?" Jeff was right beside me.
"Memory." I said. He still looked puzzled
"The hell does that mean? I mean, sure we've all got shitty memories but it can't be that bad, can it?" I

finished coughing, and took a few deep breaths before replying.
"I've been getting these flashes of things that happened years ago. I had one when we went on that date in

the forest, but I didn't really think it meant anything then."
"How do you know their real?" Jeff said. I paused, and pondered.
"Good question. But I just get that feeling in my gut that its right." Jeff blew a strand of hair out of his

face.
"That doesn't help. What 'memory' did you jut remember then?" He folded his arms together. I felt

myself smile uncontrollably, and soon I was laughing.
"I have a sister."