She watched her tablet light flicker every second as the song changed scenes, slowly soothing her mind, trying to encompass the pain her emotions brung her throughout the day. Shaking hands surrounded her tear stained face, shoving the tears elsewhere. He could have told her where he was going, could have warned her. But no words were there to say. She tried avoiding this, but she hadn't, again. Guess it was time to look again.....?
Dear Ludwig,
Look, I can still be formal when I want to! Anyway, there's some things your awesome big brother has to say. I guess you probably already know them, but I'm going to say them anyway. Es tut mir leid...
I'm dying.
I don't think I'll last much longer now. I hope I at least manage to hang around until you get back from work - I want to see you one last time before I go so I can tell you how proud I am of you, and all that other mushy shit that'll maybe make it easier for you to let go. It's all true, anyway, even if I've never been any good at saying it.
Just in case you decide to work late, I'll write it here so I can be sure y
As I write this, she’s out there somewhere stalking her prey. Some innocent family or lone victim is minding their own business, completely oblivious to the fact that they’re being watched. I should know – I used to be a part of one such family.
It’s been years since then, but I can still see it when I close my eyes. I was just a kid, not quite eleven, and I had already gone to bed when it started. I woke up when I heard my door open, but that didn’t last long. I had just enough time to open my eyes and sit up before I realized the shadowy figure in the doorway wasn’t my mom or dad. Before I could shout for
Stay-Jeff the Killer X Reader-CH.1 by X-Saviour-X, literature
Literature
Stay-Jeff the Killer X Reader-CH.1
Stay
Jeff the Killer X Reader
Chapter 1
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A.N.: (y/n)= your name, (e/c)=eye color, (h/l)=hair length, (h/c)=hair color, (f/c)=favorite color, (y/h)=your hometown, and your 16, only thing I'm really choosing about you XD. Hope you all enjoy the first part of my Jeff the Killer X Reader story, Stay! :D
I got this idea from playing the game 'Illusion: Ghost Killer' which, if any of you know, is a Jeff the Killer game where your in what seems like an old, abandoned (SCARY) factory and you have to walk around (YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THERE) and place cameras in these red circles that are randomly around the place (AND ITS HUGE)! So yeah, it made me
I am worth it. I am worth fighting for. I am worth dying for. If any man tells me otherwise, then HE is wrong. Not me. If I do not have the courage enough to believe it, bury me in God's word, and remind me who I am. To him AND myself. Because some days I WILL fall, and some days won't be as productive as I would wish they were. But give me the strength to understand my pain, and put it in its place. Not on my high shelf where it dictates, defines and hurts me. But as a reminder that no matter where I go, no matter what I do, or what I say, He will always love me. Unconditionally. But also For Ever.
~My Prayer Everyday.
I suppose I should be surprised, seeing you a far off, laughing, and making jokes like the enemy. But deep down, a part of me never wanted you. Deep down the part that I assumed I knew said get rid of you. Even now it surprises me, dumbfounds me, even to hear me say those words. But I'll get through.
He wrapped me in his arms, whispering, "Je'taime, Mon Cheri." I giggled, replying, "Francis, we can speak English, you know?" He laughed in response, replying, "I know, but its more romantic when said in french, honhonhonhon"