I've always been.... inspired.... by Jeff the Killer. I've loved him, and his story, for years and I still do.

He fascinates me. So much to where it's becoming an obsession. I made a shrine for him and everything.

I hope he likes it.

Sure, I'm only a 16 year old boy, but that doesn't change anything. Really, it doesn't. I brought up my phone and stared at a single picture of Jeff. "One day...... I'll be as beautiful as you, Jeff....." I whispered sadly.

My phone vibrated and the notification at the top said,
Mom: Foods ready.

I sighed and locked my phone as I walked downstairs. "Hey." I said as I sat down at the table. "Hello" Mom replied happily.

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After eating I went upstairs to my room again. I unlocked my phone and stared at the picture once more and sighed heavily, touching the sides of my face.

"Tonight..." I muttered to myself. I poked the fat in my cheeks until I hit my teeth.

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I waited until everyone in the house was asleep. I creeped downstairs and grabbed the sharpest knife, then creeped back up to my room.

Locking my door I grabbed a piece of duct tape that only blocked my lips.

After that I took the knife into my hand and pressed it against the corner of my mouth, rotating the knife upwards to create the perfect smile.

I let out the heavy breath through my nose and pushed in until I hit my teeth. I wanted to scream in pain, but I just let out small, soft whimpers... like a lonely dog.

After I had gotten used to the pain, I started to drag the knife upwards. To create my perfect, beautiful smile.

It wasn't until two hours later of crying and whimpering that I had finished.

I had a carved in smile, two lines that stopped underneath my cheekbones. Though, one was smaller. You can't blame me, it hurts a lot.

But I was losing consciousness, I crawled over to my Jeff shrine and whispered, "Am I beautiful yet?" And passed out.