The girl, Pandora, went to the closet, and feel asleep, odd. But it gave me time to think about the events that have just occurred, why would she want to kill herself? Yeah, I saw those scars on her arm. I mean, she's so beautiful, don't judge, I'm still a human teenage boy. No, that's not an excuse, I'm a killer, I'm supposed to kill, not get a crush on some girl. But her eyes, she got so, happy, at the thought of dying, I've never seen that before in any of my victims. I shook away the thought. Just think about it tomorrow, I told myself as I get comfortable. I closed my eyes, smiling slightly at the thought of me not having eyelids, why would I ever do that to myself. As I lay there, I felt my mind slip into sleep.
I woke up feeling rested and saw that Jeff was still here, I smiled. He actually stayed, I thought to myself. I quietly got up, grabbed some clothes, and went to the bathroom to change and get ready for school. Once I was finished getting ready, I got a piece of paper and wrote a note telling him I'd be at school. After that, I grabbed my shit and made my way to school. Once there, the name calling began, like emo, goth, bitch, go kill yourself, the thing they don't know is, I've already tried. I went to my locker to find papers tapped to it saying the same names, but I just ripped them off, used to it by now. As I closed my locker door, I turned to see Kyle, the quarterback for my school, and also my worst bully.
"Hey skank, how much did you cut yourself last night?" He asked as he shoved me against the locker, knocking me off my feet, and causing me to drop my books. He laughed as he stared at me on the floor. I picked myself back up, wiped off the dirt, and made my way to class, making sure I had no tears in my eyes.
I woke up to see that Pandora had left. Looking to my right on the nightstand, I saw a note,
Hey Jeff, and if this isn't Jeff get the fuck out of my house, anyway,
I left to school, I should be home by 3, help yourself to anything you want in the fridge, my parents are on vacation for the next month so don't worry about them. There are clothes on my dresser for you, just put yours in the hamper and I'll wash them for you.There is also my stereo if you want to listen to music, has everything you could want, so yeah, be back in a bit.
P.S. Don't drink all my Monster Energy Drinks, they are my children.
I looked over and saw she spoke the truth, there was a pair of jeans, a black hoodie, and a t-shirt that had a band named breaking Benjamin on it. I quickly got changed and went down stairs to grab something to eat. When I opened the door, I nearly died of happiness, seeing mountains of food. I grabbed items for making a sandwich and a soda, making my way to the kitchen counter pilling on stuff like ham, turkey, and lettuce, trying not to be too greedy. Once I had put away all the ingredients back, I went back to Pandora's room and found her stereo. I turned it on, met by a man screaming into the mic. I quickly turned it down, but listening more to the song, I found myself get into the beat. Looking on the stereo, I learned the band was Bring Me The Horizon. Keeping that in mind, I walked around her room, being nosy as I am. I looked and saw her walls were almost completely covered in band posters, including my new found band. I had also seen that she didn't pick up her mess of blankets so, after I had finished my sandwich and got off all the crumbs, I decided to clean her room for her, since she did let me stay here. I picked up the blankets and pillows and made her bed. Then, I dragged her clothes hamper to the laundry room for her to wash later. I decided to organize her dresser just for the hell of it, since it was only 2 and she didn't come back till 3. As I was shifting things around, found her jewelry box. I was quite curious as of what she'd wear for jewelry, since she didn't seem to me the type of girl to keep any jewelry like a prep girl. I opened the box, intrigued yet horrified. The contents of the box included multiple razors, big and small. I just stared in awe, wondering how she could acquire so many dangerous items. I closed it and got back to arranging items, trying to not think about how bad her arms and legs look. Once finished, I looked at the clock and saw it was 2:45. I turned off the stereo and made my way down stairs to watch tv and wait for her return.
My day at school went on as usual, me being called names, being shoved and pushed, but I have gotten used to it over the years. All day I kept thinking about Jeff. Was he going to stay? Will he try to kill me again? Theses thoughts ran through my head, and found myself thinking about his face. He was so handsome, even with the scars... Wait, what did I just say! No, oh no you don't, you are not getting into a relationship with a psycho killer, I told myself, but, he's the only one to ask you if you were okay. I kept arguing with myself until I reached my front door. I froze, unsure of what to do next. I grabbed my keys and began to unlock the door, I stepped inside to find Jeff sitting on the couch watching the news.
"Oh, hey, you're back" he said as I walked through to the kitchen.
"Yeah, did you do okay here by yourself?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, I did. Hey come up and follow me, I wanna show you something." I gave a confused look.
"Um, okay" I said with a little laugh. I followed him up the stairs leading to my room. When I stepped in, I saw my entire room had been cleaned, the bed made, crap picked up off the floor. When I looked towards my dresser, I'd seen that everything had been rearranged... Even my jewelry box, which contained my razors, hopefully he didn't look in there. I turned to him with a smile on my face.
"Thank you so much!" I said with complete happiness.
"No problem, you let me stay here, it's the least I could do."
"So," I said while clapping my hands together, "Wanna play a game?" He raised one eyebrow.
"What kind of game?" He asked with a little suspicion in his voice.
"I was thinking we could play 20 questions, just longer or shorter, how ever it goes." He thought to himself then looked at me with a real smile.
"Sure, why not, I'm not in the mood for killing today either." We walked over to my bed and sat down.
"Okay, I'll go first, favorite color?"
"Red" I smiled, know that that was the answer already. "Okay, your favorite band?" I gave him a glare, and his eyes just narrowed, a smile on his face.
"You really expect me to have an answer to that one? Have seen my walls?" I asked, waving my hand in the air.
"What, it's a question." He said shrugging his shoulders.
"Okay," I said. I wanted to go deeper in questions, but with caution. "What made you the way you are now? With the killing?" I asked, tense to see his reaction.
He sighed, "I don't know, something just snapped in me when they went after me." He looked at the ground, "I didn't want to be this way, it just happened."
"Well, it was out of your control, what's happened has happened, nothing can change that." He smiled.
"You're right, um, I'm going to ask something... A little... Uncomfortable, is that alright?" I already knew what he was going to ask, but I trusted him, so I let him anyway.
"Sure, ask away" I said, trying to give my best smile.
"Um... Why... Do you... You know... Cut?" I dropped my eyes and felt them fill with tears. I started crying into my hands. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, and I cried into his chest."Shhh, it's okay, I'm sorry, you don't have to answer." I looked up at him.
"No, I will." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down."I guess I do it because I'm depressed, I don't like this world, what it become, I don't like myself..." I trailed off, only then realizing him starring at me, so I looked to the ground. He grabbed my chin and made me look up at him.
"You listen to me, you are so beautiful, and if no one can see that, then they're blind." He stated, looking directly into my eyes. I felt so close to him in this moment, I don't know what compelled me to, but I inched my face forward towards his and soon felt our lips meet one another. Sparks flew, I felt so right in this moment, like our lips were made for each other's. Too soon it seemed like, we pulled our heads apart, each of us looking directly into each other's eyes. I looked away, got off the bed, and slowly backed away.
"I-I-I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking!..." He didn't respond, just got up, walked towards me, and kissed my again, this time with more passion, like he felt the same thing as I.
"Don't be sorry," He said after the kiss."I'm gonna go, just for a little bit, okay?" I nodded my head in reply. "Okay, bye" he said as he jumped out the window. I went to go lay down on my bed, thinking before I fell asleep, I kissed a killer.