What was I thinking? How can I have a killer in my house? What if he does something bad? Something horrible to my mother or father. I woke up the next day and I saw Jeff still sleeping on the floor. Poor Jeff, his back is going to hurt later. I walked to my parents room. Nothing. I walked downstairs. Nothing. Jeff hadn't done anything bad. I thought that he would've killed my parents, or even me. Maybe he does have a good heart. Maybe, just maybe deep inside of him still lives the innocent kind boy he once was.
I got back upstairs, to go fix my bed. When I got up Jeff was all over my room, he was looking for something. "Jeff! be quiet! my mom may wake up." I told him while closing the door. "Sorry, I was looking for my knife." He told me while looking at me. "I thought so, I hid it." I told him while walking towards my bed, he came over and jumped on me. "Give me my knife Angelina!" He said almost chocking me. He had a good grip on me. I couldn't breathe. "Jeff, I- - ca-can't bre-breahe." I said coughing and struggling.
He was going to do it, he's going to kill me. I know that I'm going to die, die by his hands, no blood or anything. Just his bare hands, I felt weak I was closing my eyes slowly. He got off of me and I started coughing. He kept looking at me and staring at me. I felt awkward. He stared at me with his demonic eyes, that never blink, and his permanent smile, grinning like a psycho maniac. "Are you okay?" He asked me. I looked at him. "Why should you care?" I asked him as I got up still coughing. He turned towards me.
I felt his stare. "I don't know. I just asked. I am still a human and a teenage boy. Angie." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Teenage boys, don't kill innocent people!" I told him in a loud whisper. "It's not my fault!" He said. I rolled my eyes. "Yes it is, you're making yourself kill someone. Innocent people!" I yelled at him. He just looked at me. I looked at him, he shook his head, and climbed up the window. He said something before he left but I didn't hear him.
I closed the window. I was mad, and confused. He said it's not his fault? it's all his fault, he kills innocent people, with no mercy, he attacks people with no mercy. How did this all start? What if he was right? What if it's him, but not the real him. Maybe he suffered something. Like in movies all the killers, they have either suffered something or they have a mental illness. Maybe something like that might of happened to him.
That's what I need to find out. Find out what happened to him.
What made him this way. Why he's this way.
I need to help him.