A Love Like War

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Warning: Rated |R| For Sexual Content, Drug Use, Blood and Gore, Murder, Crude Humor, And Vulgar Use Of Words. It is recommended for ages 14+ on Quotev. Please, read at your own risk. 
The Story is in Jeff the Killer's Point Of View.

        I found myself tied up on the floor. I squinted, looking around the room for any clues on why I am actually here. I sighed, nothing but padded walls. I soon realized, that was all it was. I wasn't tied by ropes like I thought I was either. It was a straight jacket. Okay, think Jeffrey..What all do you remember before now?
        I searched my almost blacked out mind for any answers. All I remembered was killing a teenage girl. She was 5SOS-obsessed and had "One Direction Infection". Ha, whatever. Teenagers are so fucking stupid these days. Anyway, I remember the scarlet liquid splattering all over the girl's lavender walls. I remember then slaughtering her parents. That's all I remember from the past twenty four hours. 
        I managed to sit up and back myself in the corner of the room. I heard laughing through out the walls. I sighed, leaning my head against the wall. I am Jeff the Killer for fucks sake! I am infamous!
        I heard the door open and I glanced up. My bangs covered my left eye as I did. "Good morning, Mr. Woods. How are you?" The woman asked as she stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand. She wore all white, a dress down to her knees, hooker high heals (damn, maybe I have to break her ankle later), and a white nurses hat with a red hospital sign on it. Her hair was a dirty blonde color, and I really couldn't see her eyes, but they looked like a beautiful shade of brown. I guess she was pretty but fuck that, killers don't have those type of emotions.
        I didn't respond to the blonde. She sighed and walked in closing the door. I looked back down at the padded floor, completely loosing interest in the hooker.
        "How are you, sir?" She asked once more, a hint of impatience in her voice. I smirked. Maybe I could really fuck up her day by being silent. But then again, maybe she's my ticket out of here. It's a possibility. 
        "I'm alright, Blondie, how are you?" I chucked looking up at her. My answer had caught her off guard, I seen it in her eyes. Awe, that's so adorable!
        She cleared her throat and replace her frown into a smile layered in artificial sympathy. "I'm alright, thanks! I know you must be very confused, that is understandable," She started. Oh god, not this fucking speech. 
        "Would you like to know why you are here?" 
        Shaking away any hate I had for the hooker away for a few seconds, I nodded. She smiled and sat down in front of me. I stared at the girl and scoffed. "What are you doing, sunshine?" I asked. She didn't answer as she stared at me. "What, do you wish you were as beautiful as me?" I cackled. 
        Fear crossed her vision. I laughed harder. This. Was. The. Life! 
        She cleared her throat and sighed, waiting for me to stop laughing. When I did, she smiled. Again with the damn fake sympathy! "You are here, because a woman, who cared so much about you, put you here!"
        I looked confused. "And who was that woman?" I asked. She looked at me as if asking "are you serious?"
        "Why, you're girl friend, of course," she responded calmly. Rage filled my body and I pulled on the straight jacket. "Don't lie to me, lady! I don't have a girlfriend! Who put me here?!" I busted out trying to lunge at her. 
        All hate for the woman was back. She got up and fell back trying to get away from me.
        I cackled, glaring at her. She panted and stood. "Your name is Jeffrey Allan Woods, You are nineteen years old, and you were born in Ardmore, Oklahoma," I glared at her. "How do you know that, Blondie?" 
        She glared at me, "My name is Francine, for one. And it's because your girlfriend put you here!" 
        I stayed silent for a little bit, only to start laughing. She groaned and stood, pulling down her dress and walking out. She closed the door and I soon stopped laughing and just laid there. 
        Well, I fucked up. I laid there motionless on the floor. At this point, I wished I had eyelids. I hated being the way I was, yet I love it!
       

        "Mr. Woods," I awoke with a start. I..I fell asleep? I looked up at the man that walked in. He undid the straight jacket and forced me up, holding my arms behind my back. I grunted and glared at him. He took me out of my room and into the cafeteria. He made me sit down in a chair toward the trash can and gave me the food. 
        I stared at it and searched my pockets for my knife. Nothing. I groaned and leaned back. I'm not hungry, dammit! Soon they forced a few other people next to me. I looked at them. 
        I gasped. "BEN? E.J?" The boys looked at me and gasped as well. We assembled together half hugging half talking. "Do you guys remember how you got here?" I asked. 
        They both shook their head. "No," BEN responded picking at his food. I watched him glitch slightly. He had this weird accent that sounded like he was from Massachusetts mixed with a Irish accent. It's still cool though. "All I know is I woke up in a padded room with a straight jacket on. Then this man came in and told me that my girlfriend put me here," BEN said. Jack and I looked at each other, then at BEN. "Same," we said. 
        "The only think is, no one has a girlfriend," Jack said, eating slightly. I didn't bother touching my food. I just thought about it. "We need to get out of here, Slender is probably worried sick."
        BEN fake sneezed and coughed and then looked at me and responded with a sly smirk, "sorry, i'm allergic to bullshit."
        We all laughed. Soon, BEN got bored and threw away his food and argued with Jack playfully who obliged. I sighed and threw away my stuff and leaned back in my chair. So we all were put here with no memory of it what so ever by our "girlfriend" huh. Well the thing is, Jack is gay. He wouldn't have a girlfriend, a boyfriend maybe, but not a girlfriend.
        BEN soon looked at me and sighed. Both boys got closer to me. BEN then said, "First, we need to get the hell out of this shitty place, then we need to find out who the fuck put us here...'Cause I have a feeling this won't be the end of this..."