I was sober enough to speak and think clearly, my body just didn't exactly agree with me on that. "No, I did this willingly." I looked up at her, she had raven black hair, and pure white skin. "Oh? You know you're not bad looking, only flaw is that you're with this loser." She walked up and poked Jeff in the head making him groan and lazily shoo her hand away. "Uh, thanks... I think?" I responded not knowing whether that was a compliment or an insult. "So what's your name?" I asked. "My name is Jane the killer, just call me Jane though." "My names (Y/N). Wait, Jane the killer? So are you like Jeff's sister or something?" I instantly regretted that last part when I saw her face turn into a scowl and charge at me putting a knife to my throat. "Don't you ever, and I mean ever, compare us like that again! He's a bastard and one day I'm going to kill him, you understand me?!" I somehow felt the hurt, anger, and sadness in her voice. I stayed completely calm and didn't even bat an eye. "Jane. I'm sorry. I can already tell, to some extent, of what happened, and I am very sorry. If you wish to kill me. Do it. No one will blame you, or morn me." She then sighed. "No, I'm sorry.. You didn't know. And... I can see why you'd think that." She backed up then started to turn away. She stopped and without turning around asked "Why would no one morn you? If you don't mind me asking." I stopped and thought. "How about this, if I tell you, could you tell me what he did?" She fully turned around and stared at me for a moment. "Okay." She said. I sighed, I actually thought that'd work.. "My parents locked me away for ten years of my life, and the last seven I've had little to no human contact. If I died, no one would know." I said sadly. "What about your parents?" She seemed to be looking at me closer now. "Do I have to answer that?" I asked. "At this point I'm curious, so yes." I thought about it, and deep down I knew what happened. I simply wanted to forget it. I looked her straight in the eye "I blacked out one day... And I killed them." I was waiting for a horrified look, any sign of disapproval. Instead, she came closer and looked at my face and took note of the scars, then she asked me to take off my jacket, which I did. She then saw the ones covering my arms, hands, fingers, shoulders, and neck. She then looked at me with a note of compassion. "You didn't do this to yourself did you?" "No" I answered. She sighed again. "Jeff killed my family." A look of anger and rage engulfed her face. Even I felt a bit of rage, she seemed like she was happy with her family. Why else would she be angry? Like they were the good in her life. Then to see them taken. I slowly walked towards her. I hugged her which she obviously didn't expect nor did she protest, she actually hugged back. I then walked past her then realized something. "Uh... This is embarrassing, but where do I sleep?" She and I laughed then she showed me to an empty room with two beds. She told me it was vacant and wished me a goodnight. I wished the same for here then went to bed. That was the first time I actually felt rested when I awoke.