The Killers

[Chapter 12]

I layed there in the hospital bed. I was distracted with the tv on infront of my face. The Oprah Whinfrey show was on. She talked about self confidence within young girls. What an apropriate subject for right now. It didn't really make me feel much better because, well, no one else really looks like this. I was horrifying now. School is going suck. I'll never have any other friends now. And i'll never have a boyfriend. I mean, Jeff is a wonderful person. He is like my boyfriend, and he is defintely my friend. I love him. But then again, he did kill my mother. He was frightening. His figure was scary. Was it just me? I remembered how he looked when i found him after he went missing. He was roughed up, with a black eye. And, blood was on his face. He never told me where he was. He kind of just brushed it off. This is a little suspicious. He has never really acted like this before. He seems different. Did he kill my mother to protect me? I know Jeff would never kill anyone for no reason. He had no other reason to kill her. She didn't ever hurt anyone else, besides me. He must of killed her for me. And i don't think there was any other thing he could do. The police would release her, because she's good at lying. She was unstopable. Uncurable. I remembered what she said. "The human skin is hard to live in." And that was the most honest thing i have ever heard her say . She was comepletley right. It is hard to live in. Especcially now, its harder for me. I wanted to see Jeff. I wanted to thank him. I felt like a mean person for wanting to thank him for killing my mother, but it was the truth. She can atleast be free now. "Jane?" I heard the doctor from earlier call out. I pulled the tv away from my face, and looked at him. "Jeffery is here to check on you." He said. And then Jeff walked in right behind him. "I'll leave you two alone for a while." The doctor said, and he left the room. Jeff looked cleaned up this time. He was wearing a black t shirt, and baggy denim jeans. He didn't look messy like the last time i saw him, when i had a clear view. His black eye was healing as well. He looked at me, smirked, and sat down on the chair next to my bed. I forced a smile back. "You came just on time Jeff." I said. He giggled. "Ha yeah, well im here." He said. His smile went to a frown. "I had to kill her." He said. I frowned back. "I like wanted to thank you for that, because as you could tell, she treated me in a way i didn't know she was capable of." He nodded and sighed. "Yeah, and you still look beautiful Jane. Don't feel bad for how you look now." I blushed, but of course the tanness of my face wouldn't allow my cheeks to get red. I felt panic hit me. "Who am i going to live with?" I asked him. "I guess, a foster home." He said. "I wouldnt see you that much though. I wouldnt be able to cope." I responded. His eyes lit up. "Maybe, you could live with us?" My mother said she felt bad about the incident, and she wanted you to know you could call her if we needed a ride home." He said. "Wait, will they find out that you actally killed my mom?" I asked with a whisper. "Let's keep it our little secret." He said with a grin. It was weird, but i didn't want to upset him. "Ok, our little secret." I said back with a smile.