Never Yours (JTK Fanfic)

Part 1

There he stood, the infamous mass murderer, formerly my classmate, Jeffery Woods.

Although he went by a different alias to the public now, Jeff the Killer.

He stared at me, a deadly glint in his eyes and a sadistic smile on his face.

I showed no fear while standing up to him. This had to have been my fifth encounter with him and he still hadn't made me one of his victims, so why would he do it now?

He always seemed to try to scare me and then hesitate at the last minute and run. I was no longer afraid of him. I stood my ground firmly as he sauntered up to me.

I'm sure he was thinking twisted things as he rolled his knife in his hand. He kept eye contact with me the entire time until he was standing over me, his face inches from mine. I could smell his musk. Very earthy, like he spent a lot of time outside in the forest.

I held his eye contact just the same. He didn't move for a good ten seconds, the tension was thick like heavy mist. You could almost choke on it.

Then he picked up his knife and pressed the tip against my left shoulder. I didn't flinch.

As if he wasn't content with my lack of reaction, he sent over half of the knife stabbing into my shoulder.

I yelped and stepped back, groaning and grabbing the knife's handle. Just as I was about to try to pull it out, I noticed that he was watching me with curiosity.

Then I remembered that pulling it out could result in me bleeding out and dying from blood loss. Better to leave it where it is. I needed to get to the ER once he left.

Upon noticing that I wasn't going to pull it out, he rolled his eyes. Or at least he tried to.

"Tch," he scoffed before bringing his left foot back and in one swift motion, landing a brute kick on my abdomen before I could react, sending me backwards onto my bedroom floor. The landing knocked the wind out of my lungs and I gasped for air and coughed, holding my stomach. I rolled over onto my side, curling up for protection.

'Come on, just go away you big jerk,' I thought to myself. He normally leaves right about now.

Instead, he walked over to me and stepped on my shoulder, the one with the knife in it, rolling me onto my back again. I grunted in pain and glared at him as he just smirked and grabbed the handle of his knife. No no no.

He pulled the knife out, cueing a gush of hot crimson blood to flow from the wound. I yelled and covered the wound with my opposite hand.

My eyes were squeezed shut in pain as I continued to yell in pain. When I finally opened my eyes again, he was gone. 'Finally.'

I looked around for my cell phone. I had to get medical help before I bled out. I could be in serious trouble right now.

     There it was, on my nightstand next to my bed. I kept pressure on the gash, trying to keep as much in as possible. Using my other arm and legs, I was able to crawl over to the nightstand, wincing in pain the entire way. I let go of my shoulder and grabbed my phone, covering it with my blood. I didn't care.

     I was able to call 911 and an ambulance was on its way to me. I rest my head down on the floor, in my own blood. 'Shit,' I thought. 'My vision is already going.'

     The voice of the operator echoed in my ears, calling my name as all faded peacefully to darkness.

     How nice. To be pain free. To be excused from consciousness. It was peaceful.

     Unfortunately though, I woke up.

     I woke up groggily with something covering my face and white walls bright enough to make me squint.

     I slowly lifted my head up. My mom was sitting beside me. How did she get here so fast? She lives in another state.

     She looked at me with shock and began sobbing.

     "Mom?" I asked. My voice was raspy abs my throat was dry as hell. I needed a drink of water badly.

     My mom smiled at me and reached up, stroking my cheek softly.

     "You're gonna be just fine my dear," she spoke, nodding like she was on tv or something.

     I wanted to grimace and pull my face away from her reach but I didn't. I didn't care anymore.

     "You've been sleeping for almost two days," my mom told me, wiping away her tears.

     "No way..." I muttered, thinking back to what happened.

     I strained my neck to look at my shoulder, which was wrapped to the point that I couldn't move my arm in bandage and gauze. I sighed.

     'That asshat. He could've really killed me that time,' I thought, scrunching my face in thought.

     My mom watched my expression change with curiosity but didn't say anything.

     I spent the rest of the day thinking about how I could get back at him the next time he came for one of his 'visits'.