My mouth dropped! This girl wanted to die. Why, though?

"I, um, I just don't know." I started. I wanted to say more, but my mind couldn't find the words that she wanted to hear.

She sighed a heavy sigh and laid down; being careful not to touch me. "It's okay. I understand that I'm asking too much." She closed her eyes and (I assume) tried to sleep. We spent the next few minutes in silence. I was about to leave when she sat up again.

"You really should sleep. You probably need it," I said quietly

She nodded, but didn't lay down again. "Will I see you again?" She stared into my eyes waiting for my answer.

"I, um," I began. I still couldn't think straight. It was just one hell of a night. I came in for a kill, but couldn't even allow myself to hurt her, even if she wanted me to. I mean, she pretty much offered for me to kill her. It should have been easy for me, but I just couldn't do it! What was wrong with me?!

"Uh, Jeff?" she asked. I must have been so in thought that I didn't even realize I hadn't answered her. I might be a killer, but I'm sure not rude.

"Yea, I'll be back, I guess." I didn't know why I said this, but apparently I wanted to see her again. Apparently she wanted to see me again, just based on the smile she gave me.

"I should go. Someone might catch us." She gave me a nod and went to lay down again. She tried to prop herself up so she could watch me leave, but ended up leaning on the arm we both knew was broken. She began to cry again. I stepped up to her for the first time tonight. I stuck my hand out slowly and gently touched her. She flinched a bit, but relaxed into me. "Let me help you…" I said softly. She cried a bit more and shook her head.

"You can't. He'll know. It'll only get worse for me." She managed between silent sobs. I moved my hand up to her face and wiped away a tear.

"I'm sorry." I looked at her one more time before I crept out of the house, making sure to close the door behind me.

The girl sat on her bed in tears, still feeling the warmth of Jeff's touch. It made her happy, even if they were strangers. She smiled a tiny smile, then wiped her face up. Her arm was killing her, but she couldn't do much about it. She could only hope that her father took pity and let her care for it. Every other "accident" he inflicted was to be healed on its own.

She sighed and rolled over. Smiling about this mystery man, she drifted to sleep. It was a peaceful sleep that lasted the entire night. She woke up the next morning to silence. It was wonderful. Her parents were gone, and her sister was probably at her friend's house, like she always was. She'd have the house all to herself for the day. Now what would she do?

I spent the whole night thinking of her. It was odd. No thoughts of murder or things of the sort. Just her. Instead of sleeping the day away, like normal, he just thought of what happened. He'd definitely visit her again. Tonight, for sure! But this time, he'd look top notch. He really, really wanted her to notice him, and even though he always looked miserable, he'd try to be human. It was hard with the whole Chelsea grin action and the leathery skin, but oh well. It at least deserved a try. He spent all day in his dark room pacing and thinking of what to say. It was hard for him. He didn't really talk to people that often, so it was hard for him. It was normally just a "Go to sleep" and then the only thing the person he was speaking to could manage was the sound of them choking on their blood. "Urrg! Why was this so hard?" he thought. Eventually night rolled in and he was still clueless about what to say. He was just so nervous that she'd be different tonight and not want to see him. With a frown he got dressed and left his home.

"Yay! It was finally night." She thought as she looked in the mirror. Her face was bruised and she looked like hell, but who would see her in the dark? "Well, Jeff might. And he might not like it" she solemnly thought. She sighed for the hundredth time and walked to her room. "He probably won't even show up. Oh well." She crawled into bed and watched out the window. "He could come." She listened to the silence, but soon fell asleep.