Chapter 2
Weeks past, and the arrival of my mums funeral had come, I spent the day pacing around, getting thinks ready and sorting out a ride. Since this was my flat was mine now, I had started decorating, and because I had booked the rest of the day off work, I thought that it would be a prime opportunity to get some decorating done. Most of the rooms were bear with only white walls to occupy the emptiness. I walked into the spare bedroom to make a start, until something caught my eye, it was a small scrap of paper. It looked so out of place on the dark wood flooring, I slowly walked toward the note, I crouched down to pick it up, my eyes widened when I flipped it over and read the content of the other side, 'I WILL BE THERE'. There was no name, but I knew who it was, Jeff, and I knew he would be there at my mum's funeral. My heart was in my throat, and the walls felt like the walls were closing around me. I had escaped death once, it wasn't likely I would again.
It… It was over, the funeral was over and no sign from Jeff, perhaps I had imagined it, a trick of the mind, after all that has happed that wouldn't be unusual, and that's when it happened. I was through the park to the bus stop when I felt a harsh tug on my sleeve; which resulted in me being pulled into a bush by the sidewalk out of sight. 'I told you I was coming, why do you seem surprised?' Jeff chuckled, I turned and saw his face, his pain skin went perfectly with his coal black hair, 'I…' I was cut off by Jeff- 'I did it for you' Jeff said looking embarrassed, and with that he disappeared as fast as he came, he didn't even bother trying to hurt me.. What was his problem? When I arrived home it was late, so without even thinking I stripped down to just a vest top and nickers covering my slim figure. Why would a cold blooded killer go easy on me? … why me?
The next morning I woke with the sound of my alarm ringing in my ears, it was 6am, plenty of time to get to work, I stretched, changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a black hoody, and put on a pair of my black converse. As I was applying my thick black eyeliner in the mirror something caught my eye, a tall black figure in the corner of my room, I evidently span around, 'good morning' said a oh so familiar voice 'what the hell are you doing in my house Jeff, and why the HELL, do you keep following me' I demanded, not in an angry tone, but more of a frustrated and curious one. Jeff started to chuckle and walk up to me but then he looked suddenly confused, 'why, are you.. not afraid of me?', this time I grinned, and walked to the front door, and walked away, leaving Jeff by my doorstep.
As I walked to work I kept thinking of him, and how he was a killer, how I was not afraid of him and why the hell did he spare me? … and why was I … attracted to him…?
