Dawn - 4

 I blankly stare at Jeff, and feel my pulse quicken and throb, almost painfully, throughout my wrists, finger tips, chest, and neck. I mutter "Jeff", repeating who he claims himself to be. I say it softly, but enough for him to hear and answer. He nods slowly, and my mind automatically recalls the way he hummed his name. It seems so familiar the way he said it.. I think I've heard it in my dream before, when I was still here in the hospital, or knocked out. How long ago was that..? Seems like forever. Somehow the image of the man named Jeff wasn't the man sitting next to me... but my attacker. Though his voice was the exact same soothing voice of Jeff over here.

 Jeff looks at me, his eyes piercing mine. I am the first one to glance away, as I sit here in silence. I feel myself shyly run my hand up my arm, and feel my skin rub against the burning cuts I've gotten from the broken glass.. His foggy blue eyes look at my hand when I pull it back, and I see little spots of blood dripping. I feel a tear slip out of my eye, and Jeff gently wipes it off my cheek, but I still flinch away. I feel myself blush, only in frustration. He's my psycho killer.

 "You..." I say.
 "I'm not.. Who you think I am." he says obviously knowing what I thought.
 "The who the fuck are you?!" I say angry.
 "Calm down.. You obviously don't trust me, I see that okay?" he says softly.
 "The scar.." I mutter under my breath, looking at the back of my hand.
 "That's my secret." He says so bluntly.

 I blush more in anger, and shake my head. I run my fingers through my chocolate brown hair, and feel it's soft strands against my rough hand. This is all happening too quickly.. Why would some guy just come and kiss my hand? And stop me from doing harm to myself.. I'm seventeen dammit. Maybe he likes me.. or he's just doing me a favor. I don't even know him and it feels like it's been hours with him. I know nothing about him.. I don't even wanna try.

 "Who are you, Jeff?" I say hoping for a legit answer.
 "I'm your killer." He says smirking.

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 I never put much thought into love.. Only because I feel that love is really fucked up. I really think a guy would love me, only because no guy has ever put much thought into me. I'm at least 5'9 and too curvy.. But now I have no family left either. My birthday is a few days from now, so i'll be eighteen. Old enough to look after myself. The nurses said I was free to go, because i'm almost eighteen and I don't need someone to check me out of the hospital or anything. It's April, and my birthday is on the 28th. Sad thing.. Nobody to wish me a happy birthday.. Nobody to love me..

 He took away my only family. They didn't do anything to deserve it. I walk out of the hospital with my black long-sleeve shirt. I wore a long-sleeve to cover all my scars, it goes down beyond my finger tips, and lower than my back end so it's very loose. My black jeans are skin tight though, with the silver chains loosely thumping on my thigh, sewn through my right pocket. My hair today is ironically straight, considering just last night it was really curly. My side bangs cover my left eye, the one that was injured. I walk along the empty street and check my phone for the time. The bright screen reads 4:38 p.m. Still early, why aren't people outside?

 I remember the moment in the hospital.. Being motionless on the floor in pain, and the thought. Was it all too much? Or just not enough for me to take it that far? I walk through the hot breeze weaving through my clothes, and feel the clack of my teal converse hitting the ground. So Jeff was my killer... I was so dumb not to see that. I've heard his name numerous times, but not enough for me to realize he was important. After he left without a word, I was in shock as he carelessly stepped over the broken glass. I'm not mad.. He helped me stop myself, and cured what was gonna be a horrific scar. But then again, he killed my only family. What am I supposed to do?

 He had very dark hair, covering his eyes with his side bangs. Though I could clearly see his bright blue eyes. His hair was incredibly straight, and went down to his shoulders. He was tall and slender.. I can't seem to shake off his handsome image. After he left I felt this strange pull towards him, almost like I need him. When I try to forget about it, I feel lonely. The way he smiles is heavenly, with the crooked smirk he does is sexy. My face suddenly feels hot, and I feel myself blush hard. Jeff is a murderer.. but how is that really possible? And if he is the man who attacked me, why didn't he just kill me at the hospital? He didn't explain anything...

 I stop abruptly at a corner of the road, which I see and hear cars passing by my side, causing wind to cut through my hair. Where am I supposed to go tonight.. My house is probably still being raided by the police. I'm probably not allowed to go back there. I carelessly shrug and walk to my house. As I walk, I hear the happy voices having conversations and I see people smile and laugh together. I wish I had that option, Instead I walk alone to my most likely condemned house.

 I feel my phone vibrate in my right pocket, and the vibration makes the metal chains sway from my pocket. I answer and hear the girly voice of my best friend Sky. I glance up at the busy road, and see the cars in traffic. I swiftly walk across the hard road to the street that leads to my house. I return to my phone again to hear Sky, as she was blabbering on about how worried she was. I turn a corner to my house, which looks like it's in pretty good shape. Looks like nothing happened...

 Sky suddenly bursts out screaming in excitment and says she sees me. I turn left to right, and spot her in her bright orange shirt with pink booty shorts. Jesus that was easy. She runs over to me with her bright pink bow in her hair from across the street coming from another house. She hugs me tightly, and I hug her back delightfully smiling. Sky pulls away first, and looks at my hair which has been woven into a sloppy fish-tail braid. My hair covers my eyes, but I can still see her giggles at me wearing all black. Even my hair looks a bit dark today...