//THERE IS ONE SCENE IN THIS STORY WHERE BLOOD IS MENTIONED\\
I woke up the next morning still in shock from yesterday evening.
I stayed in my bed for a little while and shuffled around a little but apart from that I didn't do anything.
I squinted my eyes at the small clock hiding in the corner of the room, '7:24am'.
I sighed.
I tried to get back to sleep but I couldn't, I was wide awake.
I dragged myself out of bed by half past and slipped through my bedroom door and tip toed downstairs.
When I reached the bottom of the staircase I realised that the front door was unlocked. It made me shiver. I thought that someone... Or something, got into the house. I peered outside but it was just dark. Not a average dark, it was a 'dimly lit cave' kind of dark.
I was quiet for a second and a while later I heard faint shouting...
"I'm an idiot!"
"You're not you just-"
"I shouldn't have done it!"
Both of those voices sounded familiar.
I crept towards the yelling as they continued...
"Jack you don't understand how bad I feel"
"It's normal for you to like someone, why are you getting so angry over it?"
"She doesn't deserve a mess like me..."
"JEFF DONT!"
Then there was silence and I heard something dropping to the floor, not heavy enough for it to be a body, that was a relief, but heavy enough to make a slight 'clink'.
I reached the basement and it was dark.
I don't like the dark but I didn't want to turn the lights on in case someone saw.
I felt my way around to a door which led into a office kind of room.
Jeff said I wasn't allowed in there.
It's 'private'."Jeff stop please"
"I deserve it.."
"You don't, why are you doing this?"
"I shouldn't of done it"
"Jeff you-"
"WHAT IF IT WAS HER FIRST KISS?"
"I don't-"
"IT COULD OF BEEN SPECIAL BUT NO I HAD TO DESTROY THAT CHANCE"
"I bet she thought it was special"
"She probably thought it was scary"
"Why would she think that?"
"I'm a freak"
There was silence again.
There was silence for a little while actually.
I didn't know what to do.
I felt useless."Let's get you cleaned up and get you back to bed"
I heard shuffling and I thought that I should do something, like run upstairs and pretend that I didn't hear anything. Maybe I should go back to bed, maybe I should walk in and see what's going on.
But in the time I was standing there thinking of what to do.
The door opened.
And Jack saw me. And I saw Jack. And Jeff saw me. And I saw Jeff.
And I saw that Jeff wasn't wearing his hoody.
And I saw that his cheeks were stained with tears.
And I saw the blood dripping off of his arms.
And I saw the look on both of their faces.
And I saw that they were looking at me and probably judging me for wearing a tee shirt and underwear to bed.
And I saw the knives on the blood stained table.
And that's all I saw.
Jack managed to push himself past me and slam the door behind him.
"Cheyenna what are you doing?" He hissed.
I couldn't say anything, I was completely frozen.
"Cheyenna he's really upset you can't be here... How long were you listening?"
"I don't know about a minute... I heard that he was upset..."
"Cheyenna you really shouldn't of came down here... Why are you here anyway?"
"I woke up and I couldn't sleep."
"So..."
"I came down here because I heard yelling...."
"You should go back to bed"
"I want to know whats wrong with him" I say nodding slightly at the door which was still shut.
Jack looked upset and dropped his eyes to the floor.
He pushed the door open a little bit and looked inside; I heard some deep mumbling. Jack turned to look at me and spoke to Jeff again.
"Can I see him?" I ask quietly, looking shyly at the floor.
I could feel my heart. Well I couldn't, it felt like it wasn't there but I could feel it, I could feel it being strangled, being attacked, like a metal bar went through my chest and straight through my heart.
I couldn't breathe.
I wasn't breathing.
I wasn't-I collapsed.
I hit the floor with a thump. It made me feel bad.
I felt bad for collapsing. I felt like I should of just gone away and mentioned it in the morning when everyone is calmer. But I didn't. How stupid of me."I'm sorry for what I did to you.... I should of gotten your permission.... I am so sorry..... I was being stupid and selfish.... I'm sorry...."
I heard a faint voice mutter.
I could feel myself slowly waking up.
I held out my hand... "Don't be sorry..." I whispered, reaching in the direction of where the voice came from.
I felt a softness surround my hand and I felt safe. I was happy but sad at the same time. I felt ill from hitting my head but then again I felt sad for it and angry at myself for collapsing and I had all these emotions running around my mind and I didn't know what to do.
So I cried.
It wasn't a loud cry it was just a few tears dripping from my face, whilst making small whimpering noises.
"Cheyenna!" Jeff whispered sharply, his grip on my hand tightened. "Cheyenna what's wrong?" I felt him lean over me. Watching me.
I sniffed and rolled over towards him slightly.
He acted confused, as if he didn't know what to do. He felt, lost. Lost in his own mind, lost in what happened this morning, just lost.
I eventually opened my eyes and saw him leaning over me. He was wearing his hoody now, and he was all cleaned up.
I heard footsteps stumble into the room, Jeff perked his head up and shuffled a little to the left.
Jack entered the room and stood next to Jeff, next to me. He looked at me, judging me, inspecting me.
"I'm okay" I stuttered, shaking myself to sit up. "Just a bump!" I said sarcastically, hoping for some sort of laughter or maybe even a vague sign of happiness... But no, everyone (including me) looked tired and upset.
Jeff let go of my hand and wanted to leave the room, but Jack held onto his shoulder and gently pushed him back towards me.
"He can go if he wants.." I whisper, but Jeff doesn't try to leave again. It's like he wanted to say something but he'd burst out crying if he'd say anything, so he didn't say anything.
"How long was I asleep for?" I ask, hoping for some sort of reply.
"Three hours." They both say, a slight pain in their voice.
I looked up at Jeff who was looking down at my hand which he was holding, and smiled at him, hoping to catch his eye. I did, and he smiled back."Do you want to go on a walk, Cheyenna?" Jeff asked quietly, "I'd like to have a little walk with you."
"Yeah" I replied, slowly edging to the edge of my bed.
Jeff smiled, and Jack moved out of the way.
"I'll go home, call me if you need me Okay?" Jack said as he started to leave.
"Okay." Jeff said, still a bit of sadness in his voice.
"I'm still in my pyjamas" I whispered to myself,
"Your clothes are just here if you want them.." Jeff said, holding out a pile of dark clothing.
All my clothes are dark.
They are either black or white. There is no in between.I gathered my clothes and Jeff told me that he'd wait for me and that I should come outside when I'm finished.
So I put the clothes on my bed and looked at what I had to wear;
Some of my favourite black jeans with a few rips in,
My '69' print shirt which was one of those 'let's buy this for the laugh' kind of shirts,
Some cute black frilly socks,
A black hoody,
And my high heels (which when I was wearing them I was still only 5'6) were next to the door.
After I quickly out the clothes on, I shuffled over to the dresser in my room and scrambled through my jewellery, I eventually found a cute choker necklace and a chain necklace with the illuminati on. No regrets.I stumbled to the door whilst putting my shoes on and fell, literally fell, out of the door into Jeff.
"Sorry!" I say clinging onto the wall whilst still putting my shoes on.
He smiled, "it's okay..." He said calmly.
"Let's go." He groaned.
I followed him down the hallway and down the stairs, onto the front room and out the door.It was a lot brighter now, there wasn't that eery look in the sky anymore. Well, not really the sky, a projection made to look like the sky, it is suppose to look eery and mysterious. It's kinda weird. Like, who would want the box to be even creepier than what it already is.
It's a box full of psychopaths,(or 'xopaths' because they have stopped now so that's what they like to call themselves. ) in a box which could kill you at any minute.I know I'm suppose to feel safe here, well, they want me to feel safe here because they don't want me to freak out. But... I feel like someone doesn't want me here and that... As stupid as it sounds.... Wants me dead.

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General FictionThis is a very random Creepy Pasta fiction story, it may get confusing and if you don't know any of the creepy pastas (or other monsters in this story) just go along with it because it's kinda normal... Kinda. No not really this is fucked up.