I rolled over in the bed, feeling the mattress beneath me, I'm in my own bed. Was it all just one big nightmare? Was Jeff the Killer real? Jane? Eyeless Jack? Slenderman, BEN? Fuck, why did my neck hurt so much? I rubbed my neck and gasped, pain spread over my throat. What happened... Oh, right. Jane. It wasn't just one big nightmare. It was all real. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." I heard a voice come from next to me, I opened my eyes to see Jeff lying next to me, gazing down at me as he rested his head on his hand. I grinned, gah, why was he so cute? In a weird way. "Good morning." I groaned, I was hurting all over. My muscles ached and my cheek was stinging. "Are you alright?" Jeff asked, sitting up. "Yeah- Just sore." I smiled, rubbing the side of my head, ouch. Oh yeah, I fainted, and gave my head a good whack. Then I met Jane. "What happened to Jane?" I asked, rolling on my side to look at Jeff, who lay down again to face me. "I took care of her. She won't bother you anymore." He said, his face was grim.
"Oh- Okay." I said, pulling the blanket up to my chin. "Cold." I sighed, Jeff reached over and brushed my hair from my face. He climbed under the covers and wrapped his arms around me, I felt myself go stiff for a second, before relaxing into his warmth. He was so warm, I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face into the crook of his neck. "You're so warm." I breathed, he had a strange scent, it was mixed with cologne along with a salty tang. I liked it. "You're freezing." He laughed, his chin was on top of my head, his chest rumbled as he laughed.
Where's Daren? I thought, what time is it? "What time is it?" I mumbled, closing my eyes. "Eleven thirty." Jeff said, I gasped. "Where's my brother- He was supposed to be home this morning. Oh god, what am I going to tell him-" I muttered. "He came home, checked on you, saw that you were asleep and then he went out again." Jeff said, patting my back gently. I felt strange comfort in his touch, why was a cuddling with a psycho killer? Why was I even allowing myself to be this close to him. Heck, I only met him last night. "What are you thinking?" Jeff asked. "Why I'm allowing myself to be so close to you- I barely know you. And you kill people." I said quietly, unsure of his reaction. I felt him stiffen, oh no, is he mad? I pulled away from him to look at his face, his mouth as set in a straight line, despite the smile that was carved into his cheeks.
"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered, moving out of his reach and sitting at the end of the bed, bowing my head. "I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry." I heard and felt him shift, my view of him shielded by my hair. "You're right." I heard his footsteps, I glanced up, he was now standing by the window. "Huh?" I gasped, flipping my legs over the edge of the bed. "You're right. I'm a fucking psycho. I could hurt you at any second, I'd regret it. I could snap at you, I really don't want to hurt you, Skylar." Jeff said quietly, how had he developed feelings for me so quickly? Did I want this? "I-," I started but Jeff cut me off. "You don't need me in your life. I'd just be another problem for you." Another? "What do you mean, another?" I asked, looking at him with an intense stare. "You know, you're arms. They tell me many things. I heard your conversation with your brother, about it. You're too precious to do that to yourself, you don't deserve the self hate, the pain, the lonliness-," He stepped closer to me. "You're right. I don't want to be lonely anymore. So stay." I stood up and stepped in front of him, looking into his eyes. They were dark, almost raven black, his eyes were wide. I reached out and grabbed his hands in mine, rubbing my thumb over the backs of his hands.
"I'm scared." He whispered. Woah, Jeff the Killer, scared? "Why?" I asked quietly, biting down on my lip. Why was I holding onto him, why did I want him to stay, and why the hell do I have feelings for a killer? One I'd only just met? "I'm terrified I'll hurt you. I have in the past, I've snapped on my loved ones-," He glanced down at our intertwined hands. "Stop, that's in the past." I squeezed his hands. He looked at me again, running his tongue over his lips. "If only you knew-," Jeff sighed, bowing his head, his black hair falling into his face. "Knew what?" I asked, reaching up with one hand to brush his hair back. "What I did to them." Jeff stepped away from me, ripping his hand from mine. I let my arms fall back to my sides as I watched him, he paced back and forth. "I was so stupid! If I hadn't have been so fucked up before, and after- They'd still be alive." Alive? He killed them? I stepped back slightly and clenched my hands into fists. "I was stupid, Skylar!" He yelled, stepping towards me again, he became threatening, so close that I could feel the warmth and anger radiating from his body. "Jeff-," I started but he pushed me back into my bedside table, his hands grabbing my forearms. "I slaughtered them. I killed them!" He stared into my eyes, I didn't dare blink or even move. "Jeff please-," His hands were like tight metal vices around my arms, the pressure from his grip caused waves of pain to radiate through my body. Jeff let out a pained groan, shoving himself away from me, I let out the breath that I was holding and rubbed my arms. My, that's most likely going to bruise.
"I don't want to do the same to you. I don't even know why I care for you! I've met plenty of girls like you, but they're dead! Because of me- Skylar-," He had tears streaming down his face, what the hell is going on? I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. It took him a few seconds to respond, he wrapped his arms around me, one hand in my hair as his fingers intertwined with the long red strands, his face was pressed into my hair. "Please don't go." I whispered into his chest, he ran his hand through my hair, holding me tighter. Why do I care about him so much?