The Boy In My Closet

This is still processing through my mind. Jeff the Killer couldn't kill me. I desperately wanted to know why. Why me? Why not me? Did he like me? Ha. Of course not. He's a killer. And I had the feeling that I would be a victim eventually.
I don't know what to do anymore. I've seen death before. I see them everywhere now. All because of him. But without him, I wouldn't be alive right now. I owe him so much..... I owe him my life.... And one day, he'll grab his knife and take it.
((Jeff the Killer Fanfiction.))