Son of a demon (Jeff the killer Fanfic)

Waking up

I woke up the next morning balled up in a corner next to my bookcase. I remeber sitting here last night, my knees pulled up to my chest as I tried not to cry. That's something I'm good at, not crying. Probably because I've been doing that all my life. Not crying.

        I stood up, stiff as a board, but I always took that as I slept last night. Insomnia has always been a terrible problem for me, but only recently I've been living a double life. I just wish that I didn't.

        I had to face my mother eventually,but not now. I wasn't ready. I need to figure out how to make it seam like I wasn't awake. That won't be hard. I just can't bring up anything from last night and I'll be fine. I'm usually pretty good at lying. It's something that I've had to do my whole life. I mean, I can't just go around telling people my dad is a serial killer! Every time people ask where my dad was I'd have to say dead and get fake sympathy. That's pretty much the reason I don't talk to anyone anymore.

        I finally got up and looked in the mirror at the pathetic fool staring back at me. I still had some makeup I had to wipe off from last night. I used an old shirt that I hadn't worn in about a year to wipe off the remaining eyeshadow I'd used to make myself look tired and asleep. It didn't work very well, but it was better than before.

        I left my room quietly and tip-toed down the steps, making sure to not make any creaking sounds. I could hear my mom shuffling around in the kitchen, moving back and forth through the kitchen indicated by the clicking of her favorite high healed boots. Usually, whenever I get up, I always smell breakfast cooking, but I couldn't smell anything but the airfreshener my mom liked to use to keep the house fresh. Odd...

        I stood outside the arch way to the kitchen and collected my thoughts before entering so I wouldn't make a fool of myself like I did last night. I took a deep breath in, a deep breath out, and marched into the kitchen quietly with my head heald high. She was collecting things off the usually clean counters and digging through some coupons she'd found.

        "Oh hey sweetie!" She greated me after relising I was there. She was wearing her maroon button up coat and looking for coupons. She didn't even need to say it before I relised what she was doing. "Go get dressed and get your coat, we're going out!"

        "Alright mom, I'll be right back." I started my way back to my room. She was taking me out to breakfast, probably so we can talk things over without making a scene so we don't have to live in an awkward state.

        "And sweetie-" I turned back to face her, "I-I love you." She added, hesitant.

        "I love you too mom." I half smiled and continued to my destination.

        After grabbing my white hoodie and heading down the stairs, I met my mom at the front door. We headed off to her car to get to the resturant. She had the most coupons for Waffle Warehouse so she decided that was the best place to go. It was also one of our favorite places to go for breakfast. The waitress there already knew us on a first name basis. She's known us since I was little. We didn't even need menues any more. When they would see us come in they would ask "The usual?" and we would always say yes. 

        Our regular waitress, Terri, sat us and went back to the kitchen to tell them that we were here. Already my nerves were out of control. What was going to happen? How is this going to go wrong?