Lethal •My Jeff The Killer Origin Story•

Part. 6, The End Of My Happiness

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Third person.

Jeffery felt like smiling for the hundredth time that day— if he could that is.

Things were going well for him, he didn't have to take so many of those horrid pills, he got to see Liu again, he didn't have to sleep in the uncomfortable bed, his aunt promised him that she'd take him back home next month when she visits, and, the best of all for him, he was in love with his new appearance. He thought it went so well with his personality and everything else about him. Nothing has ever fit better.

It wasn't his. This wasn't Jeffery. He hated this thing, how his skin felt, his singed hair, how he cried all night in pain while begging his God to fix him, to give him his body back. He hated how he felt, he hated this body.

Jeffery loved his new body.

He stood in the hospital bathroom, slipping on black skinny jeans over his scared legs. The ones Margaret brought for him to change into before he left the hospital. He spots a familiar white hoodie, the only thing his mother could find for the cold weather. It was ridden of the blood and dirt but still had that faint smell, while the holes and cuts were sown back together.

The burned flesh of fabric reminded him of his new skin, and his mouth mindlessly tightened into what he felt was a half smile, running a hand over his boney wrists. They were rough, just like that man. That man who ruined his life, and made his family hate him. Now Jeffery was just like him.

He frowns but places it over his black long-sleeve anyways, which sat over the large stab wound in his right lung. It made his breathing hitch occasionally, but he was perfectly fine! He loved his body, even though he'd sometimes stumble and knock into the wall like he did as he tried to adjust his sleeves.

His mother also got him a face mask, seeing as his skin was really sensitive now, and would prick up from the cold. He puts it on, the black mask itching his cheeks and making them even redder than the cold would've. He then covers his head with the hoodie, before walking out of the small stall. Liu waited for him outside, a smile resting on his face as he sees his younger brother. Though his eyes said a different story. They were a mix of pitiful, and sad. Jeffery chose to ignore this.

"You ready?" "Yeah," Jeff crones, wrapping an arm under his brother's own.

He took every chance he could to hug his brother, or even be near him in general. He missed him so much while he was in Juvey, he was glad his brother was able to get out. Now things can finally fit into place, even better than it was.

With that idea, came another. He remembered when he was lit on fire, and as the flames spread across his aching body, came the thought of why didn't Liu help him.

Why wasn't his older brother there for him?

Jeff and Liu walk out of the bathroom to join their parents who both signed papers and talked to the receptionist from before, Julie. She looks up, and nods to Jeffery, before taking the papers." Alright, you're all free to go. I hope I don't see you again," She jokes, and Margaret chuckles." Hopefully not. Have a nice day," "You too."

They all exit, and Liu groans when Jeffery jokingly leans onto him." God you're heavy," Jeff laughs, and their parents let out a few chuckles." You're just weak." "No," "Yes-s," Margaret laughs at their teasing, as she opens the door for them all.

Jeff got inside, finally being able to rest the aching back of his. His hands shook as he placed his seatbelt over his ribs. Liu didn't notice and continued to get himself comfortable next to his younger brother.