Killer Can't Kill Me (JTK story) pt 9

Chapter Nine

Juliet's POV

Jeff crawled through the window, staring at me. I scooted away from him, sobbing.

"Get out!" I shouted. He reached out to touch me, but retracted his hand quickly.

"W-W-" his voice trailed off.

"Get the hell out!" I screamed. My throat ached from sobbing. Jeff looked at the TV, then back at me. He stared at the floor.

"I'm sorry."

"Your sorry? Sorry? Sorry isn't enough! You murdered thirty-five people!" I yelled. Jeff flinched at my words, frowning.

"It doesn't matter" he said softly. I stared at him, dumbfounded by his idiocy. Standing up, I punched him in the jaw, he didn't show any sign of pain.

"You stupid Son of a bitch! Get out!" I snapped, rubbing my knuckles. Jeff's face fell, and he kicked my couch.

"Fine. Have it like that. I don't need this!" He yelled back, his face twisting in a venomous snarl. With that, he crawled back out the window, and disappeared into the morning.

I slammed the window shut, and sat back on the couch, sobbing. I wrapped a blanket around me. The news continued, reporting no survivors. How could I be so alone? Mom came down the stairs a while later, leaving for work. She didn't spare me a glance, just walked out the door. My eyes drooped as I stared at the TV. screen, realizing how exhausted I was. I fought to stay awake, pinching my arm, but my eyes drooped and my vision blurred. Sleep overtook me.




The dark room was lit by a weak lightbulb hanging from a low ceiling. I wore my black dress, which was soaked with a dark liquid. The room had tiled floors, and rusty wheelchairs. A hospital? The walls were once white, but now they were cracked, moldy, and the paint was peeling. The large hospital windows were covered in so much grime, it was impossible to see outside. Rusty hospital beds lined the wall, the sheets that once separated the beds were now torn and brown. I spotted a doorway, and felt instantly drawn to it. Picking up my skirt so I wouldn't trip over it, I made my to the doorway. Outside the room was a long, narrow hallway, I followed it, somehow knowing my way through the darkness. Stopping at a random, dark doorway, I entered a stifling room.

The air was thick and musty, I coughed several times. A faint moan caught my attention. My hands reached for a light switch, and a faint light in a corner if the room flickered. Then I saw it. In the center if the room, hung a body. The body hung by its wrists, which were handcuffed to a to a hook sticking out of the ceiling. The body was pale, pale as snow. It was a shirtless man, his chest slashed open, blood and guts streaming from his body like a broken piñata. He wore Black dress ppants, stained with his own blood and flesh. The man's head hung foreward, greasy black hair covering his face. Jeff. My hearty lurched, tears sprung from my eyes. I ran to him, sobbing. My pale hands carefully grabbed his limp face, shaking him.

"Wake up, please wake up!" I yelled. My hands caressed his pale face. Jeff's eyes were closed, his freakish smile was a long flat line, blood trickling from his mouth. Sobs racked my body, I reached up to try to undo the handcuffs, but I was too short. Jeff's eyes opened then, staring at me.

"Juliet?" he whispered softly. I sobbed wordlessly. Jeff struggled, more of his innards fell from his body. I screamed, worried for him, and shoved a fist into my mouth.

"What do we do Jeff? I-I don't know what to do!" I shrieked. Jeff struggled, twisting his wrists. I head two cracks, Jeff swore, and dropped to the ground. His wrists looked broken. He twisted his mangled body, and laid on his back.

"Calm......down" he whispered. I ran to him, kneeling next to him. I cradled his face in my lap, crying.

"But your dying......" I whispered. Jeff started laughing then, coughing up blood as he laughed. His crazy laughter filled my head. I screamed and screamed as the laughter filled my being, until I too was laughing.


The phone rang. I jumped up, shaking, and ran to the phone. I accepted the call, my eyes bleary and unfocused from being asleep. The clock in the touchscreen phone said it was noon, three hours of sleep.

"Hello? This is Axel" a happy voice said.

"Hi Axel, Its me, Juliet" I said, keeping my voice cheerful and calm.

"How are you?" He asked happily.

"Good."

"So, I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie tonight" he told me. I smiled slowly. This was just what I needed, a normal evening. Without Jeff.

"Sure, that would be great" I said with a smile. Axel laughed, and told me he would pick me up at eight. I decided to get dressed. Putting the phone on the coffee table, shedding the blanket, I bounded up the stairs to my room. My room was Jeff free, I even checked under the bed. Taking a moment to admire my paints for a moment calmed me, filling me with joy. I pulled on a pair over blue jean shorts, a yellow tank top, and a green hoodie, leaving the hoodie unzipped. After I headed back downstairs, I started unpacking.

Boxes full if books were emptied, books crammed on shelves. The couch was straightened and the pillows unpacked. I unpacked vases, movies, a radio, lamps, rugs, and picture frames. In under two hours, I unpacked the living room. My stomachs growled, and I made myself ouch. I ate a grilled cheese, sipping some orange juice, thinking. Hopefully, Jeff will just move on. Maybe he'll meet some fan girl and fall in love. A chuckle escaped my lips. "Jeff.......in love, now that would be funny" I said aloud. After I finished eating, I washed my dishes and unpacked the kitchen. Stacks of plates and bowls filled a cabinet. Forks, knives, and spoons were placed in one drawer, mixing spoons and spatulas below it. As I unpacked the kitchen, I listened to the radio I had unpacked. I found myself singing along to the silly songs, imagining zombies. By the time the kitchen was done, I was a quarter until eight. Using my last fifteen minutes, I did my makeup. Applying mascara to my long lashes, I analyzed my reflection.

My pale skin seemed to glow a little, my eyes seemed to sparkle, and my cheeks were reddened a bit. This really is just what I need. The door downstairs opened, and I froze in fear.

I gulped, my heart pounding in my chest. Grabbing my pocket knife, I made my way down the hall. Much to my surprise, my mother was standing by the door, at the bottom of the stairs, laughing. With. A. Man. My eyes got huge, I slid my pocket knife in my pocket, mouth open. Mom took off her jacket, revealing the long sleeved, red dress she wore under it. She glanced at me, and her laughter stopped. The man, who looked like a lawyer, gave me a curious look.

"Hey Julie" she said motherly, her voice fake. I nodded, waving awkwardly. "Julie, this is Charles, he works with me" Mom said, gesturing to the guy. I walked down the stairs slowly, my feet heavy. The guy shook my hand awkwardly.

"Hello Julie" he said.

"...well, I was just leaving, so......bye!" I bolted through the door, straight into someone.

"Julie?" Axel stepped back as I gained my balance. I smiled, took his hand, half dragging him away from the house. "A hello would be nice....." he said.

"Oops" I answered stupidly. "Hello" I paused, "sorry, my mother just got home and she has company, and hates to be interrupted." That was a half life, and a guess.

"Oh, well, lets go then."


The date was lovely, the movie was a horror film, which rocked. I faked fear at the scary parts and let Axel hold my hand. We shared popcorn and candy. It was a really nice date. After the movie, we ate movie theater pizza and played in the theater's arcade. Axel acted like he let me win a few games, but later admitted I was good a video games. When he drove me back to my house, in a yellow mustang, I might add, he asked me to go out with him again. We stood at my doorstep for an awkward moment, them he kissed my cheek. A deep blush crept over my face, and I waved to him as he drove away. "Strange, I have no desire to kiss him back" I thought to myself. But, without Jeff in my life, I think I can be happy.



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So, what do u guys think about cover pic? Its the cover for the Wattpad version of this story.