Jane's pov:
I suddenly feel his lips on mine. The only things I feel my heart pounding crazily and something warm inside my body. I'm completely paralyzed: can't move, can't think, can't react. Then nothing.

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I wake up all of sudden, remembering nearly anything of last night. Have I killed Jeff? I look at my knife, but I don't see any trace of blood, so I suppose I didn't. I look around to find clues of last night's events: hanged on a tree, I find a letter. I open and read it:

"Dear Jane,
I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to make you faint and I also didn't mean to kiss you, but after having seen how beautiful you are my mind turned off.
Hope I can meet you again
Jeff the Killer.
P.S: Don't try to kill me, please"

I throw the letter on the ground. Shit! I didn't kill him plus I let him kiss me! I gave my first kiss to my worst enemy! And I even fainted! I'm disappointed and very frustrated because I've showed him how weak I'am. Then I remember I hurt him, a proof that I can overcome him.

"Cold comfort" I mumble. I wonder where that piece of shit is. I bet not too far from here, maybe in the next village unless he has used the Every Well. He could be anywhere! I groan: yesterday I was so close to pursue my dream. I decided to move tonight. I grab my mask and I look at it carefully.

"I'm condemned to smile for the eternity, you carved a smile on my face. This is only a mask."
"Can I see your real face?"
"No."
"Too bad. The word 'no' doesn't exist in my vocabulary." He removes carefully my mask to have a look at my now horrible face. I feel embarrassed by it and I don't like that others look at it. Actually I try to avoid mirrors when I'm not wearing my mask. I don't truly remember my face now. I see Jeff staring at me, and like he's realising what he has created. I want to cry, but I don't want to show how easily tears stream down my face even though I have a smile carved in it.

I remember he talked about asking the Slenderman about turning my face, so that it would look like the mask. It could be a good idea, but it would be a waste of power because I haven't got the intention of staying alive any longer. I give myself until the next full moon, which would be in two weeks time, to hunt and kill Jeff, then I'll jump off a cliff. I can't bother life anymore. I decided to take a bath in the river, just to clean me up, I'm beginning to smell. It isn't great idea to bath in the water in November, but who cares? I remove my dress, remaining only in my underwears, and I enter the cold water. It's freezing, so I hurry up and I run to my camp to dry myself up. Then I dress myself with the last spare dress I own, and I rest for a bit, looking at the sky. A brief moment of relaxation. Then I fell asleep.

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The noise of something in the bushes wakes me up. It could be some nocturnal animal, but knowing the Creepypastas, there is a remote possibility of it being BOB, or even the Rake. I take my knife and I slowly approach the bush.

"Who's there?!" I asked. "You better come out from there if you don't want to deal with me." Nobody moves.

"I'm on my period, better not mess with me." I try again, knowing I'll sound ridiculous, but maybe it'll scare a man.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my leg and I turn around in fear. The Rake is standing there, it's claws were dripping blood and it's eyes are glowing in the dark. It's even uglier than Jeff. The Rake is a subspecies of humanoid entity who feeds itself with human flesh. It can attack Creepypasta killers as they are humans, but it hasn't got problems to mess Creepypasta Demons like Slenderman. It's in third place in the competition of the most dangerous Creepypastas, behind Zalgo, and The Slenderman, and the second on the ugliest ones, behind BOB. It is the 'person' I wouldn't want to know. I grab my knife:

"Go away! Leave me alone, you monster!" I don't think it understands me, I don't even know if it can speak other languages. It ignores completely, my words and he attacks. I dodge him just in time and it finishes with its head on a tree. Now he's angry and hungry. Hurray! He attacks again, aiming with his claws, my legs, but he missed me again.

"Someone is out of training." I joke. I try to stab it in the neck, but he bites my hand.

"Bad Rake, it's very impolite to bite another Creepypasta." I reprimand it. It looks at me confuse. Maybe it understands. The Rake shows it teeth to me and he emits a terrifing growl.

"Don't you try to answer back! You're grounded for a month. Now go away!" Suddenly sounds of footsteps behind me makes me turn around, giving the Rake the time to attack me. It jumps and tries to trespass my neck, when someone pushes me away and hurts the Rake with a kitchen knife.