Jeff...

It was a day like any other. You started with creepypastas; your favorite was Jeff, Jeff the Killer. You watched him all the time, etc. One day he appeared in your kitchen and burned you. You woke up in the hospital. Your hair, which used to be brown, was gone. Your skin was much whiter than it already was. And that's when you made a decision. You cut smiley faces on your cheeks and sewed your eyelids shut so you couldn't blink. You put on a purple sweater, red and black striped tights, dirty black Converse, and a black miniskirt. You grabbed a knife and hurt your whole family. That's when Jeff appeared and said, "Well, well... Another little vixen trying to be like me. Ha. You look very beautiful, very, very beautiful, like me..."