Love Me, My Murderer (A Jeff the Killer fanfic)

An Awkward Inconter

You know that thing people say about being frozen in fear? Where they are basically paralyzed and they can't move, because they are too scared? That was the best way to describe what I was feeling right now.

The fear I was feeling wouldn't let me go, and I didn't try to move.

After a minute my door creaked open, and footsteps softly padded my carpet floor.

"You haven't moved an inch," a voice like silk said out loud. The voice so deep I could fall into it, like a never ending abyss.

I slowly turned around and looked at the man before me.

Although he looked terrifying I couldn't look away.

He started walking toward me, and with every step, my heart started to beat faster. Till he was right in front of me, and my heart was pumping so loud, I was sure he could hear it.

Suddenly, he brought his hand up to my face, and fearing he was going to slap me I shut my eyes.

But it never came.

Instead a hand rested on my cheek and I felt his thumb rubbing imaginary paterns on my face.

I slowly opened my eyes to see he was staring at me with eyes so filled with regret, that I felt like crying.

Suddenly, something wet went down my cheek. But, before I could even figure out it was a tear, it was already gone. Jeff had wiped it away and was looking at me with such remorse. I didn't know what to think.

"Why are you crying?" He asked me, that voice sending shivers down my spine.

Jeff must have thought I was cold because his hand had left my face and he was pulling the blanket off my bed and wrapping it around me, and pulling me down, so I was sitting on the floor. And he sat right across from me.

"I'm sorry if I scared you." he muttered under his breath looking down at his lap. "I just saw you looking out the window at the other house earlier and I had to know you." He still wouldn't look at me.

"Were you going to kill me?" I asked him. I'm not even sure how I managed to get that out, but I said it and I kind of regretted it now. But he looked up at me with this sad look on his face.

"Yes I did want to, but that was before I murdered that family across the street. Now I'm fine."

"What do you mean your fine?" I asked. suddenly very confused.

"I don't kill because I want to. I kill because I have to." he looked even sadder and I didn't like it.

"Oh," I said under my breath, then thought about it. "Like an addiction?" I questioned.

He looked surprised I would say it like that. But then he smiled. "Yeah, like an addiction. Your the first person to think about it like that."

I didn't know what to say, but I couldn't look into his eyes. they were to full of sadness and it bugged me.

"Are you still scared?" He suddenly asked his voice again sending a shiver down my spine, but this time I managed to hide it from him.

"I-I don't know..." I muttered so quiet, I wasn't sure if he heard me. It was the truth I had this feeling that he wasn't going to hurt me, but I still didn't know if I could trust him.

He heard him sigh and get up. but I didn't look at him. He was a murder and he was in my house I couldn't look at him.

"See you around," he said, but I still didn't look up I was to afraid that if I did he would snap and kill me.

I heard footsteps walk out of my room, and just like that he was gone.

Only then did I comprehend what he had just said 'see you around' as he was gonna see my me again.