Thrice of a Pasta   von AlltimeOpheliac
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                                Kapitel 1: No 1
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A YOUNG GIRL was heading through the lonely streets of her countryside hometown.
Rain was dripping on her black umbrella. No cars were on the streets. Only the
sound of raindrops falling on the concrete and her clattering teeth guided her
through this dreary night. From time to time an unwanted tear ran down her pale
cheeks.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have picked a skirt for such a walk”, she laughed
inside herself.
The girl walked along until she reached a dark railway underpass. A silent
unpleasant thought crept into her head as she was looking at the darkness in
front of her.  Somebody was hiding there, somebody with the wish to kill.
Paralysed she turned around and lowly stepped away. She made her way back home,
only one thought in her mind.
“Come. Come and get me. Kill me!”
She didn’t know where this sudden wish came from. Maybe this particular smell
that had come out of the underpass had brought this thought of pain and agony in
her mind. It was the smell of rotting corpses.
All in all she didn’t care and so she didn’t realize that someone had been
watching her. She didn’t feel those close looks when she went into her room
and changed her street clothes to a nightgown. The blonde opened her window and
went to bed. She sank down on her pillows to finally fall in a light slumber.

It was almost midnight when the person whom those staring eyes belonged to dared
to step inside the girls’ room. He hadn’t been sure how long to wait for his
moment, but now he was sure that it had come.
“It’s time to kill”
With almost noiseless steps he slowly walked up to the girls’ bed. The only
really remarkable sound was coming from the raindrops dripping down his soaking
wet clothes on the floor. He loved this special moment short before killing his
next victim. He had seen this young girl standing in front of the entrance of
the railway underpass. He had just come out of an earlier victims’ house, when
he walked through the underpass and discovered her.
“So tonight there will be two.”
Carefully he pulled down the cover that hid his victims’ body and sat over her
lap. He took a close look on her before he took his knife out of his pocket,
when suddenly an amusing idea hit him and made him smirk like a moron.
He pulled up her nightgown and uncovered the victims’ milk white belly. He
took his knife and was just about to drive it into her belly, when an unexpected
sigh made him stop ab-ruptly. For only one moment he got nervous and insecure.
Shall he stab her immediately, or wait for her to open her eyes. His victim had
already made the decision. Eyes with the colour of a stormy sea glanced up to
him. He couldn’t construe her look. A bit of anger, tiredness, maybe curiosity
and maybe even glee flickered in her eyes.

“Who is this? Am I dreaming?”
She glanced up to this strange person that sat on her.
“Is he about to kill me?”
She looked straight into his piercing eyes. A strange kind of anticipation
filled her body and gave her goose bumps. She was shivering. Maybe because some
drops of water had fallen on her naked belly. She hadn’t recognized them. What
she had recognized was the big kitchen knife the boy of her age held in his
rising hand.
“Go to sleep.” he muttered almost as if he was angry.
“Wait!” she replied with an as calm as possible silent voice, her eyes
closed in fear and ex-pectation that he would push the blade into her body, but
nothing happened. She waited to be sure, before she would open her eyes again.
“What?!” he seemed to connive to her interruption. 
“You are about to send me to sleep for eternity, so can I bid you for a last
favour?” she blushed before even phrasing her favour. She looked at the walls
to cover how ashamed she was.
“Depends on what is your favour”
“A kiss. Would you endow me my first kiss?”
A small sound of surprise came out of his still grinning mouth. She didn’t see
that much but he didn’t seem to make an angry or annoyed face. In fact he
wasn’t even looking at her. 
“And maybe even tuck me in before you murder me.” She continued.
Suddenly his hands rushed up from her belly to the height of her chest and
bumped on the mattress. He bent over to her face while she shrunk. She opened
her mouth to gasp, when suddenly his lips met hers in an unromantic way. A
shiver beset her when she felt his tongue stroking along her upper lip. Did she
revel in this up to now unknown, weird feeling?
Yes.
“What the hell!” was the only clear thought she was able to think while this
strangers tongue was dancing in her mouth. It was a kiss full of passion and
curiosity and they kissed until breath got scarce.

A pale blonde with dark red cheeks and closed eyes was the next thing the
lifting boy saw.
“So, that’s how a girls’ kiss tastes like.” Popped in his mind and made
him blush too. 
He carefully lay next to her and watched her. He was waiting for the girl to
open her eyes again. She was taking deep breathes, her lips were trembling and
her eyelids were fluttering.
“God”
He watched her chest rise and sink while he considered if she would like to neck
with him again. His own stupidity made him smile.

“What is he waiting for?”
She held her eyes closed although she would have rather opened them, but she
didn’t dare to.
“Maybe I should say something.”
But her mind was too empty to word something fitting for this completely new
situation. Her face felt like it was burning. She tried to calm down by taking
deep breathes.
“Wonderful” was her next thought.
She opened her eyes and looked up to him.
“Time to sleep” with this he reminded her of their deal.
“Alright” she consented, closing her eyes again.
She snuggled against his chest as if they knew each other already for years and
he started stroking over her head to make her fall asleep. As she lay in his
arms, he could feel the actual heat coming from her body.
“What a weird girl” he shrugged.
Did he feel sympathy for her?
“Damn it, no!”
He tried keeping calm as good as possible.

“He’s cold”
She tried to heat him up a little by hugging him tightly. Somehow she felt a
little nervous. Nevertheless she was lying in the arms of a stranger whose face
she hadn’t seen clearly yet and besides she had already kissed him. Was she a
little slut? Was she about to fall in love? She was about to die soon. The man,
the boy in whose arms she was lying was the cause of this.
Regardless she felt some kind of sympathy. The girl fell asleep over these
thoughts with the feeling that this totally extraordinary situation remembered
her of something she had missed, but she didn’t care.


It was pitch black inside herself and she felt an inner rumble like a flower on
a sunny place trembling in the wind. It was like taking a bathe in boiling hot
water one moment and get-ting frozen the other, again and again. Then she felt a
sudden pain. Somehow it hurt really bad, but obviously not bad enough to totally
wake her up.
“Is this how people die?”
She was dazed when everything got lit by a bright light and she opened her
eyes.

She had opened her eyes.

“Aren’t I supposed to be dead?”
Her eyes hurt from the sudden brightness. Her mind was empty. The girl turned
aside and tried to get up, but a strange pain impeded her. If came from her
arms. Gingerly she got out of bed. She gasped looking at the reflection of
herself in the mirror. Her nightgown was blood stained and two thin lines were
cut into her cheeks to make her look like she was smiling. She raised her arms
to touch the cuts. They weren’t too deep. Curious she inspected the cuts on
her arms. It looked like a bloody mess, but by looking closer she could discover
that there was something written.
“Go to sleep.” She whispered entangled.
Abruptly she got giddy and her dead started aching. She turned around and
stumbled back to sit down while making up her mind.
“He spared me.”

A few days later she received a letter. It had no address on so she guessed
someone other than the postman had put it in the mailbox.
She opened the envelope and found a white piece of paper. Black letters were
written on it. She went back in the house to read the letter.
“My dear darling,”
“I am nobody’s darling.” She insisted and continued reading.
“My dear darling,
I may not know your name or anything other like this about you, but this isn’t
really signifi-cant for me. What I know is that you managed to rip a piece of my
heart out of my chest with just one kiss. You were the first kind person that
didn’t treat me as the horrible monster I am. You treated me like a human
being.
But I am still a monster. So I guess it’s better that we will never see again,
although I think it’s a pity and I would rather visit you tonight. But I got
to move on.  Otherwise you’d be in big trouble.
You’ll understand better if you watch today’s news report.
I hope you appreciate my words and understand how I feel. I guess in this point
you’re maybe the only person that could.
I’m wishing you all the best and hope you’ll take better care over
yourself.”

Immediately Serene turned the TV on to catch the news report. She got it right
in time and discovered the boy. His name seemed to be pretty famous – if you
could believe the, way too dramatic words of the anchor woman. He had killed
another person that day he had broken into her room.
Serene felt a little sorry for him and secretly wished him well. She thanked him
for sparing her. Nonetheless Jeff was just a killer and nothing more.



                                Kapitel 2: No 2
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A YOUNG GIRL was walking the lonely streets of her countryside hometown. Rain
was dripping on her black umbrella. No cars were on the street. Only the sound
of raindrops falling on the concrete and her clattering teeth guided her through
this dreary night. From time to time an unwanted tear ran down her pale cheeks.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have picked a skirt to walk outside at night when it’s
raining.” She laughed inside herself.
The girl walked until she reached the dark railway underpass. It was a dark,
sparely lit un-derpass and tonight it gave her even more creeps than usually.
Maybe it was this silent, un-pleasant thought that crept inside her head while
staring at the half dark underpass.
Somebody was hiding there, somebody with the wish to kill.  She imagined that
somebody was coming closer. But she wasn’t sure about it and assumed it would
be an illusion. And she… she hid the wish to die.
Paralysed she turned around and slowly stepped away. She made her way back home.
Only one thought repeating in her mind.
“Come. Come and get me. Kill me!”
It was just a little glimpse of this disturbing emotion that lit up to a
gigantic fire. She didn’t know where this sudden wish had come from. All in
all she didn’t care and so she also didn’t realize that someone had been
following her. Although she felt those close looks when she went into her room
and changed her window and went to bed. She sank down on her pillows to finally
fall in a light slumber.

It was almost midnight when the person whom those staring eyes belonged to,
dared to step inside the girls room. He hadn’t been sure how long to wait, but
now he was sure that his moment had come.
“Time to kill.”
With almost noiseless steps he slowly walked over to the girls’ bed. The only
remarkable noise was coming from the raindrops dripping from his soaking wet
clothes down on the floor.
He loved this special moment short before killing his new target. He had seen
this young girl standing in front of the railway underpass’ entrance. He had
just come out of an earlier victims’ house, when he walked through the
underpass and discovered her.
“So, tonight there will be two.”
Carefully he pulled down the cover that hid his victims’ body and sat on her
thighs. He looked at her closely before he took his knife out of his hoodies
pocket. He pulled up her nightgown to uncover a milk white belly. He was about
to drive the kitchen knife into her belly, when an unexpected sound made him
stop abruptly and brought him out of concept. For only one moment he got nervous
and insecure. Shall he stab her immediately or wait for her to open her eyes.
His victim had already made the decision. Eyes with the colour of a stormy sea
glanced up to him. He couldn’t construe her look. A bit of anger, tiredness,
may-be curiosity and maybe even glee flickered in her eyes.

“Who is this? Am I dreaming?”
She glanced up to this strange person that sat onto her.
“Is he about to kill me?”
She looked straight into his eyes and tried to stand his piercing look. A
strange kind of antic-ipation filled her body and gave her goose bumps.  She was
shivering. Maybe because some drops of water had fallen on her naked stomach.
She hadn’t recognized them. What she had recognized was the big kitchen knife
the boy of her age held in his raising hand.
“Go to sleep!” he muttered almost as if he was angry.
“Wait!” she replied with a silent as calm as possible voice, her eyes closed
in fear and expec-tation that he would push the blade into her body, but nothing
happened.
She waited to be sure before she opened her eyes again.
“What!?” he seemed to connive her interruption.
“You are about to send me to sleep for eternity, so can I bid you for a last
favour?” she asked blushing before even phrasing her favour. She looked aside
to cover how ashamed she was.
“Depends on what is your favour…” he said nonchalant while letting his
hands sink down on the mattress.
“A kiss. Actually, my first kiss.”
A small sound of surprise came out of his steady grinning mouth. She couldn’t
see that much, but he didn’t seem angry or annoyed.
“And maybe tuck me in before…”she stopped herself.
“Before you murder me…” she averted her eyes off him.
Suddenly his hands rushed up to the height of her chest and bumped on the
mattress. He bent over to her face as she started up and gasped. Suddenly she
found herself with the lips of a stranger pressed against hers. She didn’t
know what she hoped to feel, but it wasn’t this weird feeling. In a sudden she
felt like a whore, with the tongue of a stranger in her mouth. Terrified of this
she pushed the boy off her. He fell off her bed and hit the ground with his head
first.
“I-I’m sorry.” she whispered while her hands where covering her mouth.
Quickly he got up rubbing his head.
“Well it was your wish. I did what you wanted, now it’s my turn.” He
pulled the knife out of his pocket and jumped onto her.
She started screaming and tried to get him off her.
“Stop it! Stop!” she yelled.
“You wanna mock me, don’t you?” he replied trying to get his hands off
her.
They glared at each other, not ready to give up their will.
“No. “She said in an unnaturally calm tone.
“Why are you doing that?” she asked trying to snitch his knife.
He started laughing. He laughed like hell.
“You ask me why?” he grinned. “Well, because I can, because I want. I
think you are too pretty to ever wake up again. Not to wake up and get old. Not
to wake up and see what made you sad. I saw you crying!”
He wasn’t careful enough while talking and she gave him a tread. She managed
to get the knife and jumped up while he was lying on the floor, paralysed for
just one second.
Again he wasn’t attentive. She ran over to the window and threw the knife out
on the street. She hoped not to hit someone with it.
“I don’t wanna fight!” she screamed. “Just stop it and get yourself a
victim that wants to die.”
He stood up and walked over to her. His attitude seemed relax to her.
“It is way too boring if the victim already knows that he wants to die.” He
whispered in her ear.
Then he looked at her. Only a few centimetres separated their faces.
“Such victims are too easy.” He laughed. “Those kids are suicidal. Why
should I take it off their shoulders…? ”
“You’re cruel.” She hissed, in a huffle over memories his words had
awoken.
“You’re a lazy, silly kid!” he laid his hands on the window-sill, so she
couldn’t move away.
The moonlight illuminated the scene and for the first time she could see the
boys’ face. He had pale skin and dark eyes with undefinable black shadows
underneath. His mouth was cut up to a Glasgow Grin. He looked sick and
disturbing.
“So, what will you do next…?” was her retort, but she stuttered because of
the fact that she didn’t know his name.
“Well…let me think.” He said playful. “My weapon is gone. You threw it
out of the window. Everything I have is…”
He looked down on her, getting a little closer.
“My hands… Guess what’s coming next.”
“I follow the way of your blade.” She answered without a scent of sobriety.
“Owww. I’m sorry.” He said in a players’ manner.
“You haven’t got the faintest idea, right?” He laid his left hand on her
shoulder.
His right hand stroke over her head and played with a single strand of her hair.
Then his hand wandered down her cheek to fondle her neck. She tried to brush his
hand off, but he seized her wrist rough. She wriggled but he didn’t let her
go.
“Your answer was wrong. I am sorry for you, but the game is over.” He
whispered with a tune of amusement in his voice while his hands wrapped around
her neck.
“You little wretch.” She stuttered as his hands wrapped around tighter and
tighter. She grabbed his arms trying to stop him.
“Help….help me.” She thought with growing desperate, not able to spit the
words out properly.
It was only a raspy sound that came out of her mouth. Jeff laughed outright and
tightened his grip. The blood pressure in her head got heavier and more
unbearable. Tears streamed down her face until she lost consciousness because of
the breathe loss. He didn’t stop until her limbs became slack and her
allegedly dead body sank in his arms.
Jeff lifted up Serenes corps and carried her to the bed to lay her down on her
bed properly. Then he sneaked downstairs and got another kitchen knife. Back
upstairs in Serenes he dis-covered that she was about to recover consciousness.
He rushed over to her and started with his work. Her still warm, living body got
tortured by the blade driving into her torso again and again. He cut open the
torso and cut her lungs, so Serene would neither breath nor scream. The
flustered sounds of the girl trying to breathe franticly made him laugh like a
madman. 
With an amused look he gazed into her viridescent blue eyes as he squeezed her
lips, so she couldn’t make any more noise. The last thing Serene saw was how
Jeff assessed the knife on her cheek to cut it asunder to create the illusion of
a smile. He tore open her ribcage dipping his fingers into the blood to write on
the wall
“Go to sleep.”
Finally, he cut out her heart to keep it as a souvenir. Afterwards he pulled the
blood soaked cover over her thorax and folded her hands as if she was asleep.
He would always remember this pretty corpse, he thought and disappeared in the
darkness again. The rain would wash off the blood and the next victim will offer
soon.



                           Kapitel 3: No 3 ~ Part 1
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A YOUNG GIRL was walking the lonely streets of her countryside hometown. Rain
was dripping on her black umbrella. No cars were on the street. Only the sound
of raindrops falling on the ground and her clattering teeth guided her through
this dreary night. From time to time an unwanted tear ran down her pale,
sorrowful face.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have picked a skirt to walk outside at night, when it’s
raining.” She laughed inside herself and tried to get rid of the tears with
these pointless, stupid words.
The girl walked until she reached the dark railway underpass. It was only a
dark, sparely lit underpass, but tonight it gave her even more creeps than
usually. Maybe these feelings were caused by this silent unpleasant thought that
crawled inside her skull and made her paralyse and kept her staring at the half
dark underpass.
Somebody was hiding there. She imagined that somebody was coming closer, but she
wasn’t sure about it and assumed it to be an illusion. Somebody with the wish
to kill was coming closer and she, with her wish to die was standing there, as
if she would be waiting.
She made a few steps backwards, then turned around and slowly walked away. She
walked back home again. Only one thought was constantly repeating in her mind.
“Come. Come and get me. Try to take my life away.”
It was just a glimpse of this disturbing emotion that lit up to a gigantic
inferno.
She had always kept this wish in the darkest corner of her soul, tried to lie
about it to herself, but it was there since a very long time, hidden. And it had
only grown stronger and deeper. All in all she still didn’t care about it and
still tried to keep it down, so she didn’t realize that little change. That
little, unstoppable thing that was activated by her paranoia that somebody was
following her... If she had known that she was right with that feeling. 
When she got back home she got in big trouble with her parents. They just had to
let their frustration out on her. So after a seemingly endless hour of
quarrelling she went to her room. It was only nine pm, but after this fight she
was so tired that she only wanted to go to sleep. Although she felt those close
looks when she changed her street clothes to a white medium long nightgown she
tried to calm herself down and ignored them. She pretended them to be simple
imagination.
As she always did on rainy, dreary nights she opened her window and then went to
bed. The blonde sank down on her cushions and soon fell in a light slumber.

It was almost midnight when the person whom those staring eyes belonged to dared
to enter the girls’ room through the open window. He hadn’t been sure how
long to wait but now he was sure that his moment had come.
“Time to kill” he thought and his lips almost automatically tear apart to a
demonic grin, but already closed again in the next moment.
He couldn’t need it to get lost in his imagination. Right now he needed to be
concentrated. With as silent as possible steps the boy walked across the room
over to his victims’ bed. The only really remarkable noise came from the
raindrops, dripping down on the wooden floor ever now and then.
He loved this special moment very short before killing his new target. He loved
how blind they were until it was too late and his knife already stuck in the
victims’ throat. He had seen this young girl standing in front of the entrance
to the underpass. At that time the boy was in search for a new victim and found
– her.
Carefully he pulled down the cover that hid his victims’ body. He took a close
look on her, when suddenly an amusing idea hit his mind and made him smirk like
a moron. As careful as possible he kneeled over her lap and cautious pulled up
her nightgown with his still cold fingers and uncovered his victims’ milk
white belly. Then he slowly took his knife out of the pocket. He was about to
drive the kitchen knife into her belly, already caught by the imagi-nation of
her bleeding out to death, when an unexpected sound brought him out of concept
and made him stop abruptly. It was only a small sigh that made him curious and
nervous.
For a moment he got insecure. Shall he stab her immediately or wait for her to
open her eyes. His victim had already made the decision. Eyes with the colour of
a stormy sea glanced up to him. He couldn’t quite construe her look. A bit of
anger, tiredness, probably curiosity and maybe even glee flickered in her eyes.

“Who is this? Am I dreaming?”
She glanced up to this strange person kneeling over her.
“Is he about to kill me?”
She looked straight into his dark, almost black eyes and tried to stand his
looks that pierced straight into her soul. A weird kind of anticipation filled
her body and gave her goose bumps. She started shivering. Probably because some
drops of water had fallen on her naked stomach, but she hadn’t recognized
them. What she had recognized was the huge kitchen knife the boy of her age held
in his again rising hand.
“Go to sleep” He muttered with a deep voice almost as if he tried to seem
angry, but couldn’t hide the bubbly feelings he had in his stomach.
“Wait.” She replied whispering with a shaky voice, whilst raising her left
to stop him, but failed, because his hand never came so near to her. Her eyes
were closed in fear and expectation that he would push the blade into her body,
but nothing happened. She waited to be sure, but nothing happened.
“What?!” He seemed to connive to her interruption although he sounded
slightly angry.
“You are about to send me to sleep for eternity, so can I bid you for one last
favour?” She asked blushing before even phrasing her favour. She looked aside
to cover how ashamed she was, although it wasn’t even light enough for her to
really see the features of his face.
“Depends on what is your favour…” He said nonchalant while letting his
hands sink down on the mattress.
“Make me happy…for the last time…” She stuttered with a breaking silent,
slightly sweet voice.
A small raspy sound of surprise came out of his steadily grinning mouth. She
looked at him again, still only perceiving a shadow of the boys’ face.
“And maybe tuck me in before…” She interrupted herself.
“Before you murder me…” She averted her eyes of him.
Suddenly his hands rushed up to the height of her chest and bumped on the
mattress. He quickly bent over to her face as she started up and gasped, when
suddenly his lips met hers in an, at the first moment, unromantic way. A shiver
beset her when she felt his tongue stroking along her upper lip.
Did she revel in this weird, up to now unknown feeling?
Yes.
“What the hell.” It was a small thought.
The only clear thought the girl had while this strangers tongue was dancing in
her mouth. It was a kiss embossed by curiosity and full of passion. They kissed
until breath got scarce.

A pale blonde with cheeks blushed to a dark red colour and her eyes closed, was
the next thing the lifting boy saw.
“So, that’s how a girls’ kiss tastes like.” Popped in his mind and made
him blush too. Wary he lay next to her and watched her. He was waiting for the
girl to open her eyes again. She was taking deep breathes, her lips were
trembling and her eyelids were fluttering.
“For Satans’ sake...”
He watched her chest rise and sink while he considered if she would like to neck
with him again. His own stupid imaginations made him smile bright.

“What is he waiting for? What am I waiting for?”
She held her eyes closed although she would have rather opened them, but she
didn’t dare to.
“Maybe I should say something.”
The girls’ mind was too empty to word something fitting for this totally new
situation. Her face felt like it was burning. She tried to calm down by taking
as deep as possible breathes.
“Wonderful” Was her next thought.
Well, she considered it to be, but the word has unintentionally very silent
slipped out of her mouth under a deep sigh. She wouldn’t have even recognized
it - at least not until she heard him laugh next to her.
“Thank you.” He answered, obviously trying to keep calm.
“But tor now you should for now you should go to sleep.” He whispered in her
ear.
“Go to sleep.”
She played her part in this game.
“Alright...” She consented, closing her eyes again.
She snuggled against his chest, feeling the humidity of his hoody and the
kitchen knife lying right between them at the height of her lap. He pulled the
cover over her, up to her shoul-ders and started stroking over her head to make
her fall asleep. As she lay in his arms he could feel the actual beat coming
from her body.
“What a weird girl” He shrugged.
Did he feel sympathy for her?
“Damn it no!”
He was just pretending to be nice until she fell asleep.
Then he would slice her into tiny bits. This is part of the game, nothing more.
He tried keep-ing calm.

“Hm…he wants to kill me, but actually I’m lying in his arms - How
insane!” She stopped herself from thinking. She tried.
“He’s cold.”
She tried to heat him up a little by hugging him tighter. Somehow she felt a
little nervous. Nevertheless she was lying in the arms of a stranger whose face
she hadn’t seen clearly yet and besides she had already kissed him.
Was she a slut? Was she about to fall in love?
She was about to die soon.
The man, the boy in whose arms she was lying was the cause of this. - Although
she felt some strange kind of sympathy for him. Some way she even felt sorry for
him. He had only come to kill her and she was bothering him like a little
bitch.
“Sorry for bothering you.” She whistled into the white fabric.
It must have been really late, no sane being would ever excuse to his murderer.
“Don’t worry about me.” He seemed to smile as she glanced up to him.
“Do you always smile?”
“Always.”
“Does that mean you’re happy?” She retorted naïve.
“No. I wish it would be that easy.”
He sounded bitter.
“I didn’t see you smiling yet. Are you sad?”
“Right now I feel sorry for you.” She answered with a soft voice.
“You shouldn’t feel sorry for me. Remember, I am here to kill you.”
She got lost in her mind, so she closed her eyes. This strange situation
remembered her of something she had missed and never cared about.
“Maybe it’s better to die.”
The girl felt like she was asleep.
It was pitch black inside herself and she felt an inner rumble like a flower
standing on a sun-ny place that’s trembling in the wind. Then she felt a
sudden pain, but her brain didn’t register it properly. It hurt, but didn’t
feel that bad - at least not bad enough to make her wake up immediately.
“Is this how people die?”
She was wondering as everything got lit by a bright light. She felt like going
blind. Dazed she opened her eyes.

She had opened her eyes.

“Aren’t I supposed to be dead?”
Her eyes hurt from the sudden brightness. Her mind felt empty for a moment. Then
her brain started working. Everything seemed normal… at least for a few
moments. The girl turned aside and tried to get up but a strange unexpected pain
impeded her. It came from her stomach. Gingerly she got out of bed and walked
over to her make-up table to take a look at herself in the mirror. She looked at
her reflection.
Her nightgown was stained with blood and two thin lines were carved into her
cheeks to make her look like she was smiling. She raised her arms to touch the
cuts. They weren’t too deep, but maybe they had to be sewn. She pulled her
nightgown up to see the cuts on her belly too. Terrified she discovered that her
signs she didn’t know. Terrified she discovered that her arms were cut too.
Curious she inspected those cuts. It looked like messy words were carved into
her arms.
“Go to sleep.” She whispered entangled.
Abruptly she got giddy and her head started aching. This was already a part of
her morning routine. She stumbled a few steps backwards and sat down on the
chain next to her. She tried to make up her mind.
“He spared me.” She blushed and started giggling.
She didn’t know what to do next. Most of those cuts had to be sewn, but if her
mother day them she would probably not believe her what happened. It was Friday
and she had to go to school.
She dressed up and sneaked out of the house. She had taken her school bag with
her and a black envelope she had found in the letterbox. She went to her doctor,
who sew the cuts and gave her an excuse for the lessons she had missed. He told
her to come back in two weeks to tie the ropes. She arrived at school in the
middle of the third lesson. She tried to ignore the looks of her classmates and
gave the excuse to her homeroom teacher.
After school she went home, not knowing that her mother was already waiting got
her. Her mother was angry at her, because the teacher had called her. The girl
tried to explain her that she didn’t know what had happened. It was all a big
lie, but still a better truth than what her mother believed and what she got
punished for.

The next few days got lost with spending the free hours at home. At least she
had enough time to read the letter she had gotten again and again. She didn’t
really know to feel about those words this boy, she didn’t even really know,
had written to her. They were so sweet and gave her a warm cosy feeling as if
her heart had fallen into a slumber, but then she looked at what he had done to
her and didn’t understand.

	My darling!
“I am nobodies’ darling” She insisted and continued reading.
	My darling!
I may not know your name or anything other like this about you, but this isn’t
rally significant for me. What I know for sure is that you managed to steal my
heart right out of my chest with just one kiss. And now I’m bleeding to death
until I can see you again. I hope you like the present I left you. I made you
smile to thank you for being such a kind person.
You were one of the first people that treated me like a human being and not a
human being and not like a horrible insane monster.
But still, I am a horrible, rotten person. That’s how I am. I really hope you
appreciate these words and maybe even understand how I feel. I guess at that
point you are one of those rare people that could under-stand me.

Every time she finished the last line she could stop smiling. Despite it was a
bit painful be-cause of the cuts in her cheeks.
“What a twisted situation.”
The young girl had never imagined that something so weird would happen to her.
Just be-cause of a kiss.

The week had passed and another boring school day was up to be managed. As
almost every day her classmates made fun of her and her cuts. She only responded
them to mind their own business, as always.
Not so usual about this day way the fact that she received a little box this
evening. No signs of an address were written on it. The only thing that was
written on it, were the words “For my darling” on the upside. Carefully the
girl carried the box to the living room and left it on the table.
“Shall I open it now or later…?”
The pointless nonsense that came out of the TV made it difficult to keep
focussed on one thought, so she decided to open it now. At first sight it only
contained a huge glass bottle, but when she took the bottle out of the box the
girl almost let it fall on the floor. It was a heavy bottle filled with a
strange liquid in which a heart was swimming. Quickly she put the bottle back in
the box and sat back in place. She was nervous even though nobody except her was
at home. She tried to focus back on the TV when the regular program switched to
the news that was on at every full hour. Some old fashioned dressed woman was
talking about economy, politics and upcoming demonstrations. Then she turned to
the local news.
“Yesterday evening a young boy was found dead. He was the victim of a
murder…”
The girl in front of the TV-Screen started listening properly, but everything
she kept in her mind was the phrase “His heart was missing”.
Automatically she looked at the box.
“Is it really…Can it…be?” Her own heart was pounding heavily as if a
rock was about to squeeze it.
“That’s his heart! He ripped another persons’ heart out of the chest to
gift it to me.”
A bittersweet feeling overwhelmed her the longer she was staring at the box.
“Hm…” This small tone broke the non-existing silence around her.
Again she stood up. She took the box and carried it upstairs in her room. Her
parents shouldn’t see it.
Only hell knows what they would do.
First, the girl put the box into her closet, but the later the evening got the
more she wanted to have it near her. And so the bottle that contained the heart
wandered from the closet, underneath her bed to on the sofa, the bed and the
bookshelf to finally end up at the desk next to her text books. Hesitating, but
curios she opened the box again and took the bottle out of it. Excited she
started laughing as she sat back on her chair and viewed how the heart was
swimming in the liquid. She giggled and gently took the bottle to place it on
her makeup table. As the girl took a second glimpse on the box she discovered a
piece of paper on the bottom of it. Surprised she took the paper out of the box
and read it. It was a single note with a smile painted on it.
“This boy is such a weirdo.”
She was still smiling happily.


A few days later another school day had just finished. She walked out of the
school building, annoyed about all her classmates. They were still not tired of
making fun of her cuts.
“Why is it always raining when I’m outside…?”
She took her umbrella and started to walk to the bus station. She didn’t want
to miss the bus another time. As she walked, surrounded by crowds of her
classmates a particular figure dressed in black pants and a white hoody appeared
at her left side.
“Hello.”
She looked at him surprised.
“I’m sorry, but do we know each other?” She replied as catty as it was
possible for her.
“Not at first term, but maybe you can remember the boy who made you smile,
darling.” His voice faded to a whisper.
The girl felt an upcoming heat. She blushed.
“It’s you.” She whispered. “The boy…you’re the murderer. You sent me
that heart!”
“So you can remember me.” He laughed.
“Yes. Now I can remember you clearly.” She stopped at the bus station.
“Call me Serene.”
“Jeffrey. Jeffrey Blalock.”
“You seem to be pretty infamous, why didn’t I recognize you?”
He let out a small laughter.
“That’s not your side of life. I am known to those fucked up people looking
for gore. I’m here to scare public.”
He looked around in the crowd.
“Go over there to that emo girl. Ask her about me.” He instructed her. “I
bet she’ll know.”
“That’s cliché…” Serene replied but did as he asked.
Serene walked over to that girl all dressed in black. She was listening to
music.
“Excuse me, can I ask you a question?” She tapped on the girls shoulder.
A young girl with black hair and purple bangs looked up to her.
“Of course!” was her answer as she took down the headphones.
“What do you know about Jeffrey Blalock?”
Her eyes widened.
“Jeff the Killer…” She stuttered irritated. “Jeff is a murderer. He had
lived near here, in a suburb. He even attended the local school for a short
time, until he got in trouble with some bullies. He killed them as well as he
did with his family in the night he was discharged of hospital.”
“Thank you for your answer.” Serene said, surprised about the effect
Jeffreys’ name had on the girl.
“W-Wait! Why did you ask me about him?” The girl stopped Serene from walking
away.
“Because he told me to.” Serene looked over to Jeff.
The girl followed her looks and discovered that Jeff was staring at them.
Frightened the girl turned around immediately.
“O-okay…” She whispered.
Serene went back to Jeff.
“Alright, that was convincing.” She said it terse with a small smile on her
lips.
“As I expected it to be.”
The bus arrived and they got on. The bus was filled with people, mostly
Serenes’ school-mates. Serene put her umbrella in her schoolbag. Immediately
the people started staring as Jeff took off his hood and revealed his face, but
she ignored their staring as much as she could. She leaned against the glass
wall behind her while Jeffrey grabbed the holder on the right above her. They
haven’ been so close since that night ha had sat on her lap with a kitchen
knife in his hand. The bus started to drive off. For a short time they were both
silent, just looking at each other. Then his right hand reached out to touch the
cuts on her cheeks as she blushed. His cold hand stroke over her cheek.
“You’ve let them sew your cuts…”
She nodded.
“I’ve gotten in big trouble, because my mother believed that I did this.”
“I like them. You look so pretty darling.” He was whispering as if it was a
secret.
“Thank you.” She responded.
He let out a small laughter
Now that she was facing him, the boy who came to murder her and ended up kissing
her, Serene got shy. Actually she didn’t really know what to say or how to
behave. Her heart was making a big deal out of this and her lungs supported it.
So Serene stopped thinking and started to just act, always however it seemed to
be right in that moment. Serene glanced up straight into Jeffreys’ dark eyes,
but she couldn’t stand his look. She felt as if he would look straight into
her soul. Ashamed her eyes wandered to the crowd. For the first time she
real-ized the amount of people staring at Jeff and her.
Overwhelmed of the situation she didn’t know what to do. Suddenly she felt
like burning. The heat that had developed in the last five minutes was suddenly
almost unbearable for Serene. Jeff bended over to her to whisper in her ear.
“Keep it cool. You’re doing well. These people are only looking, nothing
more than eyes that focus in one direction. Did you ever squeeze a persons’
eye? After that it’s easy to ignore staring eyes.”
Serene got totally puzzled by Jeffreys words and started laughing.
“I don’t actually care about it.” She giggled. “It’s just because I
know what they’re thinking.”
The bus stopped. Finally Serene could escape the situation by exiting the bus
with Jeff.
“I know it too.” He retorted as he grabbed her hand.
“Oh, look at them, what a cute couple.” He tried to sound like somebody
else, like he was imitating the voice of Daisy Duck.
“Are we a couple?” Serene asked with a bubbly voice.
“I think so.” He laughed. “You aren’t one of those girls that kiss every
boy, are you?”
“No.” She started giggling. “I swear you endowed me my first kiss.”
“How innocent” Jeff teased her.
Serene didn’t respond, she just gave him a look.
The time passed by fast and soon they had reached Serenes front door. For the
first time today Serene felt fear. What would her mother say? She opened the
door.

“Here we are. That’s my home.” Serene said obviously a little nervous.
“Very nice.” Jeffrey responded after looking around a little.
 Nobody seemed to be at home, what Jeff felt to be the best. He wasn’t really
keen on meet-ing Serenes parents.
“Let’s go to my room.” She suggested after taking her shoes off and
grabbed his hand gently.
“Oh, shit!” was Jeffreys’ next reaction as he heard the yelling voice.
“Serene!” The voice yelled. “Are you home?”
It was Serenes mother that appeared in the hallway.
“Hi, mum.” Serene said suddenly shy. “I didn’t expect you to be home
already.”
“Today is my free day.” She smiled.
Serenes mother was a woman about 40. She had neat blond hair, a little darker
than Serenes’. Her blue eyes were looking bright, but seemed to hide
something.
“Oh, you brought a guest.” She said with an icy voice.
Jeff stretched himself and walked over to her.
“Hello, Madame.” He reached out to shake hands with her. “My name is
Jeffrey. I’m pleased to meet you.”
She ignored his hand and gave him a hatred glare.
“Is that the boy that gifted you this horrible smile?” She asked now turning
to her daughter and completely ignoring Jeff.
“No, mother, he is not.” Serene replied in an unnaturally polite tone.
Her mother just nodded with a blank expression on her face.
“Come Jeffrey, let’s go to my room.”
He turned away from Serenes mother and walked over to her room with her.
“What an unfriendly bitch…”
The reaction of this woman remembered him about his own mother. She had been the
same kind of person, disassociated from her child, slightly dominant and not
very attentive. Prob-ably she tried to be a good mother, but in the wrong way.
At least his mother was dead now. Serene sighed frustrated.

Serene closed the door after Jeff.
“Why did she do that?” She walked over to her bed to sit down. “She’s
always nagging.”
Anger filled her heart with those thoughts. Again she sighed frustrated.
“You kept it.” Jeff laughed gleefully.
She raised her head to discover that he was standing in front of her make-up
table looking at the heart.
How he was acting, like a little child, it was so sweet and made her smile.
“Of course I did.” She walked over to him.
Softly she placed her arms on his shoulders and kissed his cheek. He started to
smile too. Serene could see it in the reflection of the mirror.
“How will this story well end…?”
Jeff turned around to her and laid his hands on her waist. Then he kissed her
forehead and then her cheeks as his hands wrapped around her tighter.
“How can somebody treat such a wonderful girl like this?” he thought as he
kissed her again and again.
In a sudden he lifted his girl up and carried her over to the bed where he sat
down, placing her on his lap.

They were making jokes, talking about music and other things they liked or just
laid next to each other. Many weekends and days got lost like this. Even
Serenes’ parents, who still weren’t present very often resigned to Jeff and
that he even slept over from time to time. When Jeff wasn’t with Serene at
night, then he went out and killed people.
Once after he had killed another girl he showed up at Serenes’ place. She was
sleeping, so he knocked on the window plane. It was raining cats and dogs. After
a while Serene woke up and discovered Jeff standing outside in the rain.

“Oh my, what has happened?” She stunned as she had opened the window and
Jeff climbed inside.
He was laughing like a madman, his clothes were blood-stained and he was dirty
and wet.
“I killed her.” He laughed panting. “She was so weak, so I killed her.
Little bitch, I killed her, totally butchered her.”
“Pssst…” Serene pressed her index finger against Jeffs’ lips. “Who did
you kill?”
“Janine.” He was giggling. “I even got you a little souvenir.”
He handed over a little black book.
“That’s my diary. She stole it.” Serene was whispering.
Her eyes wandered to the book and then back to Jeff.
“Oh, oh, I have something else for you.” He giggled again and grabbed
something out of his pocket. “For…for you.”
He handed over a pair of blue eyes.
“T-Thank you.” She stuttered and gave Jeff a smile.
Her heart was pounding heavily as she looked at those things in her hands. She
didn’t really feel sorry for Janine or something like that, it was just
strange, because this was the first time Jeff had killed somebody she knew.
She put the things aside and looked at Jeffrey. Although he had done these
horrible things, he seemed like a little child to her, at least for the moment.
She took his hand.
“Come.” She said softly and led him to the bathroom, where she prepared a
bath for Jeff.
She made him take off his clothes to put them in the washing machine. When
Serene came back she carried a bundle of clothes with her. It was one of her
fathers’ old pyjamas. Serene sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
“How…” She looked at him. “How did you kill her? How was it?”
Jeffrey had already calmed down again. He seemed surprised about her question.
“I stabbed her multiple times. She had been asleep, but it made her wake up. 
Quickly I pressed my hand against her mouth so she couldn’t scream. The first
thrust directly pierced her midriff, so she immediately slumped with a cold look
of terror in her face. Then I slit her throat along the lines of her arteries
and cut open her stomach. She seemed to still be alive as I dipped my fingers
into her blood to write my mark on the wall. Everything was full with her blood.
It was so messy. Finally I shoved her eyes out of the sockets.”
Lost in her thoughts Serene was staring on the floor while Jeff was talking. At
the end she nodded. Her heart was pinched and she felt dizzy. Again, one of
those strange feelings was messing with her. She laughed, totally out of
control, but then abruptly stopped and covered her mouth with her hands.
“No! No! No! Oh, no!” her mind screamed.
Jeff observed her and tried to understand her behaviour. As she glanced over to
him she smiled widely. Serene helped Jeff to wash his hair and after he was
dressed up, they went to bed.
The next morning Serenes’ parents went off to a five day long business trip,
so they would come back next Tuesday. That was the reason why Jeff decided to
stay at Serenes’ place. He wanted to take care of her while her parents left
her alone.


Panic overwhelmed Serene as she woke up. It was still dark. Serene didn’t know
where this panic exactly came from, so she immediately got out of bed. Jeffrey
was nowhere in the room, as far as Serene could assess, since it was too dark to
ever see much. Fear came over her as she touched her left arm and felt something
wet. A burning pain paralysed her.
“Oh my goddess…” She whistled standing in the middle of her room unable to
move.
Serene didn’t know how long she was standing there, touching herself to figure
out how many cuts and injuries there were. A burning pain always rushed through
her body. Desperate she started crying.
“J-Jeff…?” she asked into the night as she had calmed down, tears were
still streaming down her face.
Endless, dead silence until she heard a response.
“Yes?”
“What happened? Jeffrey, tell me what happened! Tell me that my assumption is
wrong!”
“Did you see it?” He giggled. “Did you…see my present?”
“Your…present?” She stuttered. “So you really did that!”
Then she felt arms wrapping around her waist from the back.
“Did you do that?”
“Yes.” Jeff was speaking in a whisper; his head leaned against her neck.
“You look so pretty now, like a masterpiece of art.”
“Am I nothing more to you than a living canvas!?” She yelled trying to push
him away. “I am not just a canvas you can draw on with your knife. How can you
be such a monster!?”
Serene turned around. She liked at him expect that he would warrant, but the
cold expres-sion he had on his face told her something different. She almost
repented of her words.
“You are more to me than that. That’s the reason why you are still alive,
opposite to the oth-ers. And I love to touch you. I can’t imagine anything
more delightful than placing cuts and stitches on your tender flesh. The fact
that you are still alive should be the first thing to tell you how much you mean
to me.” He talked in a calm way, but Serene could actually feel how much she
must have hurt him.
She had a shooting pain in her heart, it felt squeezed and pinched.
“I am sorry for who I am. I may not be the best person in the world, but you
don’t have the right to call me a monster. You seem to forget, I am that
monster that loves you and all those cuts and stitches are meant to be
reminiscence.”
Her heart broke softly, shattering to pieces and made her cry because she
recognized that these cuts were part of showing his love to her in his twisted
nature. Single tears ran down her face.
Serene was certain that he had done this to her when he had one of his
psychopathic epi-sodes and he wasn’t even aware of that. This was the first
time she realized how disturbed he really was. She also realized that this hurt
the deepest parts of her soul, because she actu-ally really cared about him.
About half of a year had already passed by since they had met for the first
time. That little bit of empathy Jeff had, it was for Serene.
Moments of silence separated then. Serene was looking at the floor as she
thought about all that. Jeff wasn’t looking at her. He just stared out of the
window, his arms folded in front of his chest, when suddenly the crying girl
laid her arms around him and started apologizing.
“I am sorry. I – I didn’t mean to hurt you…” She snivelled and pressed
her head against his chest. “Please, never ever scare me like this again.”
He opened up his arms and put them around her as he responded.
“It’s alright…I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Let me do the same.” Serene said as Jeff sat down on the bed.
She went over to her desk to fetch a needle and a spool of thin black thread.
“What do you mean?” He asked curious.
I want to give you an everlasting memory. Like the scars on my skin will last
those stitches will do too.” She smiled as she switched on the bedside light
and then sat onto Jeffs’ lap. She took his under arm and started sewing. She
pieced the needle into the flesh of her lovers left arm slowly forming the
characters of her name in a handwritten style. His skin was slowly turning red,
the longer she sew, fortunately it didn’t take her long for it.
“It looks really good.” She smiled. “What do you think about it?”
“I like it.” His fingers softly stroke along the characters of his
girlfriends’ name. “You did it really well. It’s pretty.”
Serene was thinking a lot about the whole situation, as she lay in bed to sleep.
She tried to get clear thoughts about what was going on. She knew that she
really liked Jeffrey, probably even loved him. She also didn’t have a real
problem with his bloodlust, but all this murder-ing was the result of his
psychopathy. That also was the reason for his violent behaviour against her,
what is a really sad thing, because Jeff would probably never ever really love
her the way Serene loved him. His lack of empathy made it almost impossible for
him to really love somebody, still Serene defied that hopeless and believed in
his good sides.



                           Kapitel 4: No 3 ~ Part 2
                           ------------------------


“How naïve.” 


The week passed by. Serene and Jeff kept peaceful, almost like an average
couple. They fooled around, made stupid jokes. Serene took photographs with her
Polaroid camera. It felt like everything was almost normal. A warm feeling like
always when they stuck together.
In the afternoon Jeff left. He kissed her goodbye and told her to be careful –
as he always did. The reason he left so early was that he didn’t want to bump
into her parents. They still mistrusted Jeff, although they didn’t know his
true colours. So Serene was left alone.
With her stomach still full of little fuzzy animals she made more photos as a
time kill until her parents came home. She doodled on her hand and took a few
pictures of herself, when her parents finally arrived. Surprisingly they were in
a really good mood and so Serene spent the rest of the evening chatting with
them about their trip and everything that came in mind. The only topic she
avoided was Jeff.
At ten o’clock Serene went in her room to get ready for bed. Her parents had
already gone to sleep. Serene was always the last to remain, but that wasn’t
too bad for her, at least like this she had her repose.
After her evening routine Serene went back to her room. She put the photos on
her bedside table and took a short last glimpse in the mirror. She was just
about to lay down, when a sweet voice interrupted her movement.
“Oh, darling…”
Immediately Serene turned around to face whoever was talking to her as the flash
of her camera blinded her.
The young woman had taken a photo.
“Don’t go to sleep! You’ll never wake up.” A womans’ devilish snicker
resounded.
As she could see again, Serene discovered the woman dressed in a long black
gown. Her face was white and with black lips and black eyes. Her face had no
countenance, as if she wore a mask. The next thing Serene saw was another
flashlight, then she bumped onto the bed, her mouth blocked by a gag.


Red blood covered white hands.
“How messy…” He thought wiping it off his hands.
It was early in the morning. The sun hadn’t risen yet, as he sneaked into the
house. Full of anticipation he stroke through his hair several times before he
silently opened the door to his girlfriends’ bedroom. He gazed into the
chamber and found a horrible scene.
Dozens of photos where lying on the floor next to an amount of dry rose petals.
Serene was lying on her bed. She was totally cut up. Her stomach was opened and
bloody guts were hanging out. Only shreds of her nightgown covered her dead
body. She looked like she was staring at the ceiling, her face mostly covered
with her blood.
It was so cruel for him to look at what had happened to his love. He started
sobbing, almost not able to stand this look, but the tears made his vision blur.
He kneeled next to her death-bed sobbing and crying like a little child. All
around him photos, picturing Serenes’ slow death were scattered. It was a
perfect rip off of his crimes. “Go to sleep” was written on the walls with
her blood. After a while Jeff raised his head he had buried in the mattress next
to her.
This situation was absolutely hopeless for him. He knew it wasn’t his fault,
it was Janes’. Jane had murdered his beloved as a part of her revenge, but he
wouldn’t let her succeed with this. Pure hatred filled his heart. But he
couldn’t count on help, or any kind of justice. He would be blamed for this
anyways.
He gazed out of the window as he thought about dying, slowly fading out of this
live to fi-nally find peace, to get back, what he had lost by this night. It was
one of the first days of spring. The sun was rising, slowly brightening this
scene of crime with her warm glow and slowly diminishing Jeffreys’ time. He
hated the sunlight as well as he hated Jane.
Jeff stood up. He had at least a little bit calmed down. He looked at Serene
again. Deep sad-ness overwhelmed him as he saw those words in her open hand.
“I love you”
“I love you too.” He repeated her words in the belief she would hear them
and bent down to kiss her forehead and her lips.
Her dull, once so lively blue eyes watched him. How much he had loved them, now
he couldn’t stand them staring at him.
“I am sorry.” He whispered. “I should have killed her. I should have taken
better care for you. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I should have stopped
murdering.”
He looked over to the bottles over to the bottles full of organs he had endowed
Serene over the time. Her mother had always called them useless tchotchke. The
clock told him it was four thirty in the morning, but the sun already wanted him
to leave.
He sank down again with a bitter sob, leaning against her bed and holding her
cold hand.
“I will take revenge on Jane for what she did to you. I promise.” His voice
sounded bitter-sweet as he talked on. “You know, a year longer and I would
have stopped murdering – probably.”
A small laughter escaped his lips.
“It’s just, so damn, so goddamn hard to stop.” Jeff looked on the floor
ashamed. “For you I would have stopped. Just for the future we would have had
together, with you as my wife and the children. Just one and a half year longer,
I would have even started working, trying to build up a proper life. You would
have been a wonderful mother. Our kids would have never turned out to be such
monsters as I am.”
He laughed as the tears started running down again.
“I love you.” He tried smiling. “And I’ll keep myself alive, for
you.”
He let off her hand and examined the photos. Most of them showed Serenes’
death, except one. Serene had taken if from her. Jeff decided to keep it.
He stood up and went off to the door. He didn’t look back as he went out for
the last time.




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