2 days have past since my parents death. Liu is still out there, killing everyone he can. At school I act like everything is okay. My friends, don't know anything and so doesn't my teachers. I act different at school then at home. Luckily today we got our winter break. I walked home and I heard something in the bushes. I ignored it, and started walking back to my house. I heard the noise again. "Jeff, I know it's you." I said as I walked closer to my house.
I saw Jeff get out. "Oh." He said. I looked over my shoulder and looked at him. He caught up to me. "Angie, are you okay?" He asked me. I was surprised. "Yeah, Jeff I'm so happy. My parents are dead and I live alone. I'm so happy." I said in a mad and sarcastic tone. I got to the door knob and realized what I did. I looked over at Jeff. "Jeff, I'm sorry. I'm just mad, and sad. I'm sorry." I told him. He looked at me. "It's okay." He said.
I opened the house and was about to close the door. "Want to come in?" I asked Jeff. He looked at me. "Uh...sure." He said. He was walking in and I stopped him. "Wait. Don't drip blood in the house. Put your knife somewhere else and make sure your shirt isn't dripping." I said to him. He rolled his eyes. I knew it, he killed someone today. It was obvious, I bet he can't live a week without killing someone.
It's in his veins, I can't stop that. He's lost now, the old Jeff is gone. Now all that there is, is the killer. After a while, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and Jeff was there. "Is this better?" He asked me. I chuckled a bit. "Yeah. Come in." I told him, locking the door. I went back to finish doing the dishes. Jeff looked around the house. He went to the living room.
On top of the fireplace, was a line with family pictures. He looked at all of them. He seemed very concerned in them. I walked slowly over to where he was. He was looking at a picture of me and my niece. "Who's that?" He asked me. I walked over closer. "That's my niece, Sabrina." I told him. He put it back and nodded. He walked more and saw a picture that was taken in my sweet sixteenth birthday. He kept staring at it.
It was kind of creepy, he was staring and staring. I was embarrassed a little. It wasn't the best picture of me. He finally reacted and turned towards me. He looked at me. "You okay?" I asked him. "Uh, yeah. Sorry I looked at the picture so much." He said rubbing his head. I looked at him. "It's fine." I told him. I walked to the couch and turned on the TV.
I stared at that picture for such a long time. Angelina's beautiful. She looked beautiful in that dress. She walked over and sat on the couch turning on the TV. I looked at her. 'Kill her, slice her neck, stab her.' I thought to myself. I shook my head. 'No. I can't.' I thought to myself. I looked at her and started taking my knife out, slowly.
I walked towards her. She looked at me. "Jeff? What are you doing?" She asked me. "What I should've done before." I said jumping to her, to attack. She got of the couch. "Jeff stop!" She yelled at me. I didn't listen. She was behind the couch standing. I jumped to her and she tripped over. I got near her. She grabbed my hands. "Jeff! stop!" She yelled. "No. You must suffer." I told her, breaking my hands free. I grabbed my knife and started to try and stab her.
She moved away. She tried getting up and I moved my knife and I cut her shoulder a little. She yelled in pain and fell to the ground. I looked at her, then my hands. I let my knife go. She looked at me. "Angelina, I- I don't know what happened." I said to her. I walked over. She backed up from me. Her eyes were watery and she was shaking. She got up, moaning in pain. She looked at me. "Get out, Jeff." She told me. I walked out with my knife and I closed the door behind me.
'What have I done?" I asked myself while walking towards the woods.
When I was about to step in, I felt a big pain in my back.
I looked up. I saw,