Restart

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"Amelia! You're finally here!" My boss, Rick exclaimed. "Yeah, sorry, some kid came into my apartment and was acting so weird and... Nevermind" I said putting my bag down.
"Odd, anyway, you're on the pole at 12, we have the go go outfits lines out backstage" he said with bitterness lacing his voice.
I couldn't blame him. Go go outfits meant that there was someone in specific there that had ordered it, which meant business men were here. Don't get me wrong, it was good for business, but they always were cocky jackasses.
I nodded and slipped passed him to start serving orders.
"Hey Tiny" I greeted the bartender, his real name was Leonidas but he preferred tiny, why? I have no clue, but I went with it.
"Hey there muffin," he smirked "looking sexy as always" I giggled. He had always been kind to me since the very beginning of me working here. Kept creeps away from me and helped me out when it came to customers who had a bit too much to drink.
He slid three drinks to me "order goes to table 7" he said, now mutual faced.
I placed the drinks on a round tray and carried them to the table. Serving them to what looked like younger kids that were new to drinking.
Serving drinks went on for three more hours until I ran to get ready.
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"Jesus Christ! Why can't these costumes be black and red" I growled to myself about the pink feathery, stomach exposing costumes.
"Who says they can't be red?" A dark voice sneered from behind me.
I jumped and turned around, the person who stood before me made my knees weak.
Nothing came, I couldn't speak or breathe or even blink.
His smile, it was bloody and red, ripping deeply into his cheeks, a permanent grin.
I was obsessed with horrifying and creepy things.. Creepypasta's happened to be a favorite of mine; But this couldn't be real, however his knife entering my stomach made it all too real.
"Sh, go to sleep" Jeff said.
I looked up at him as my knees hit the floor, I stared deep into his eyes and frowned... But Jeff's eyes weren't  brown... I began pleading with mine to this stranger.. but it was no use.
No sound came from my gaping mouth, no air consumed my lungs, I was gone... But why was I still alive?

"NO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" I heard a voice cry. The knife had left my body and I was crumpled onto the floor holding my stomach.
"Oh my god, it's really you, you're jeff th-" before the kid who stabbed me could finish his sentence, blood poured from his throat. I felt my head pound and my vision began to go blurry.
Why me? What did I do? Who was that? What the fuck is going on? I internally screamed.
A figure in a white sweatshirt kneeled beside me and touched me gently "no, stay awake Amelia" his voice was deep and smooth.
"Help" I croaked helplessly. I brought my hand up from my bare stomach. Blood... There was so much blood.
"Help" I tried to say again but it came out as a gasp.
The figure seemed to be saying something but I couldn't hear them, their lips moved but I heard no sound, then the darkness cuddled my vision and what was left of me. Shit.