The Killers

[Chapter 8]

I walked home from school alone that day. Jeff wasn't there. I felt his presence for sure though. He was still alive. I just knew it. I thought about the night before. How his lips felt on my forehead, and how voice sounded when he said "i love you." The feelings started then. Fuck. I walked in to our old house through the backdoor. I always do. I'm afraid to walk through the front door. My mom always sees me if i do.
She's a mess, and she is mean. She yells at me all the time. She even hit me a few times. So i just gave up trying to settle things peacefully with her. It was all too much. I ran up the stairs, and i went right to the bathroom. I undressed myself, and i set the shower to hot. I hopped in, and i felt the water run down my body. It ran on my cuts, and it burned. It burns. But it's nice. It's nice to feel freshened. I felt pure. A while later, i got out of the shower. I grabbed a towl, and i dried myself off. I slipped on a old t shirt i got at camp over the summer, and basketball shorts. I layed down on my bed, and locked my door. Soon enough, i found myself slowly falling asleep, but i was awakened by a sound. It was the sound of my phone buzzing. The buzz it makes when i get a text. My phone was sitting on the dresser across the room. It was dark in my room, and i could only see the bright light from the phone lighting up the ceiling above. It hurt my eyes. I looked over at my alarm clock next to my bed, and it was exactly 4:30 AM. Who would text me this early in the morning? The only person i could think of is Jeff. He's always up. And i mean always. He barely sleeps, even though he does sleep in school alot and take naps on the weekends sometimes. But is it him who texted me? I mean i don't really have any contacts anyways. If he had his phone with him right now, wouldn't it be out of battery? I mean if he is out there somewhere, he probaly doesn't have charger, unless he's somewhere with an outlet. Maybe it is him. I need to check, he could be in serious trouble. I shot up out of my bed and i quitely ran to my phone. My phone said "1 new message!" I tapped it, and it went to messages. I couldn't believe it. It really was him. Was i seeing things? I rubbed my eyes. No, Jeff's name was popped up right on messages. "Hello Jane." The message read. I texted back as fast as i could. "Jeff! Are you okay? Where are you? Do you need help?" I sent the message. It quickly went to "read" and it said he was typing. "I'll tell you l8ter what happened and where i am." He responded. Why is he so secretive about it? Was it really him texting, or someone else? "Is this really Jeff? If it isn't i'm calling the police." I texted back. It went to read. There was no typing back for a while. I panicked. Suddenly, it said he was typing, but he stopped. I asumed it was Jeff. Maybe he is just in a rush, or he is extemly tired and he doesnt know what he's saying.
"Jeff, what are you doing right now?" I texted. It took him a while to respond. "Nothing i am boredd can i com over?" He texted back, i had to read it twice. He always mispells his words when he texts me, and it suprises me because he actally has very good vocabulary. So i knew it really was him. "Hel lo?" He texted. I got out of distraction. "Yeah come over, just sneek in through the window. I'll help you up when you get here. Just text me." I responded back, and flipped my phone closed. That was so weird.