Be His Light

Jeff?

You were looking everywhere for Jeff...it had been about two weeks since you and Toby had split up....and during that entire time, no one had seen Jeff come or leave the house. So you were searching for him, high and low.
"....Jeff...?" You tapped at his door lightly. There was no sound. You tapped again and called his name softly. Just as you were about to leave, you heard it. The shuffling. Then a groan. A whimper. He was in pain...!
You slammed your shoulder against the door...it wouldn't budge. You slipped the small knife Clocky had given you out of your pocket. Slipping it into the lock and pulling a bobby pin out of your hair, you jimmied the lock. With a resounding click....the door opened.
His room was trashed. His bed was ripped apart and flipped across the room, his dresser drawers all pulled out, clothes spilling out, the walls were covered in scratch marks, obviously from a knife. What scared you the most, the bloody, smeared handprints on the walls and floors, the small puddles of blood leading to a mess in one corner of the room. Jeff sat there, head down and knife by his side...blood dripped from his face, his hoodie was in tatters, and his hands covered in tiny cuts...his fingernails were bloody and his slacks were dirty and crumpled and covered in blood. His hair was knotted with coagulated blood and lack of care...
"Jeff?!" You ran over to him. He didn't look up at you. You took his hand in yours and you could see the bone at the tips of his fingers. "Jeff, you look at me right now, you stupid idiot!" You hit him in the shoulder. Slowly he stirred, a pained groan coming from him as he lifted his head to look up at you...no no no no no no no!
He had stitched his own Glasgow Grin shut. He had fixed his mouth...the edges no longer extended from ear to ear. Blood dripped down from the hideous stitches, his eyes were bloodshot, darkness hung beneath the swimming black depths.
"C'mon Jeff, we are going to go get you cleaned up..." You said before helping him stand. He leaned on you unsteadily as you both walked towards his bathroom. You sat him down on the toilet lid and ran the tap. Finding rags in his cabinets you wet them down and got to work cleaning him up.
He winced each time you got close to his stitches until you got very angry. "Why'd you even do this Jeff?! I hate it! Now it's not like you're even the Jeff I love! You look like some stranger...ugh!" You grumbled angrily, pulling his tattered hoodie over his head. You tossed it away, there was no salvaging it now. He looked at you with bleary eyes, reaching out with his bloody fingers to touch your cheek. You looked down at him, pity in your eyes.
"What happened, honey?" You asked him, taking his hand in yours and bandaging it. He pulled his hand away and began to tear at the stitches on the sides of his face, blood spilling down his cheeks once again. "Stop! Stop it!" You cried, pulling his hands away from his face. He slumped, a depressing air around him.
"I....am I......aren't i beautiful?" He rasped. You turned his face up to yours, feeling the stiff sutures in his cheeks.
"Of course you are, Jeff. You always have been....at least, you always have been to me..." You say, examining the stitches. They could be easily removed just with the small knife you carried. "Okay....hold still, this might hurt. But im guessing you don't want these ugly stitches in anymore..." You say as you gently cut at each black thread. Finally all of them were removed and his face relaxed. The blood was washed off his face and you were cleaning and brushing his hair. Your fingers wee threaded through the inky black strands when you heard him whisper groggily, "I still love you, (Y/N)....I always will. Your my life. Please....plea...se...don't leave me.....again..." And small snores emanated from him. He had to have been exhausted and you smiled at him sweetly.
"I still love you, too, Jeff. I always have....and I always will...."
With that you gave him a pillow of towels and kissed him softly before leaving.