Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Chapter 21

I awoke with a white a bandage on my wound and an unbearable headache. I wearily leaped off the couch, scratching my head and yawning, while walking to the bathroom.
After I began walking to the kitchen, slouched and tired. "Jeff.." I mumbled while fumbling through the dirty dishes got the cleanest cup I could find.
"God damn. Can a man do dishes just once?..." I groaned and filled my cup with water. Of course, though, I had it backwards and water spilled all over me and the floor. It's then that I noticed I was wearing shorts and a tanktop. It wouldn't be so odd if it weren't for the fact that I wasn't cold and it's supposed to be the middle of winter.
I cleaned up the mess I made then started walking towards the front door to see the weather. My jaw dropped as I hastily swung opened the door to be blasted with bright rays of gold in my face and a comforting morning warmth. Summer.
How long was I asleep? I wondered as I walked outside, tripping down the steps And shielding my eyes from eyes from the sun. What's even more strange is the scenery. I wasn't in Okinawa anymore. I was in a forest, a beautiful one at that. A stream ran next to the house and under the porch; hundreds of millions of tall, vibrant green trees surrounded the small wooden home, and doves cooed softly on the roof. The sky was a pure blue with not a single cloud in sight. The corners of my lips formed into a smile.
"Jeff?" I spoke in the tranquility that engulfed me.
Out from the forest came Jeff in boxers, a baggy white t-shirt, a large cowboy type hat and Vans shoes, and his hair was shaggy and dark brown. My smile widened more.
I didn't bother questioning anything that was happening, or how long I had been out, or why we were in a forest, or what happened to Jeff's once long, black hair; that all could wait. It just mattered that I was here with the man I loved.
"Your skin is still pale." I giggled and hopped into his arms as he approached the porch. I saw a small smile peek through his eerie presence, but it quickly vanished. But, he didn't throw me out of his arms as per usual, so it was fine.
"Your hair has become very long, can I put it in a pony tail?" Jeff asked while pulling a hair tie off my very skeletal wrist. I didn't even get the chance to answer before he dragged me over the a rocking-chair next to the window on the patio and made me kneel down as he sat on the chair and started grabbing at my hair.
He was right, it was at my bum now, but I sort of liked it. It stuck to my skin and sweat which wasn't too pleasing, but it was nice.
"Your hair is very soft, you know?" He said under his breath while finishing the pony tail. Pieces of my hair sticked out, but I could just fix it later. I know Jeff would be a sour-puss about me taking out his 'master piece'.
"On to the next order of business," he began as he softly kissed my cheek, "you need to get food in you. I tube fed you but your body rejected most of it. You weigh 85 pounds and your 5'6 tall, you need to fatten up."
I looked down at my legs and realized why I felt like crap all morning: I looked as if I was dead.
"I don't mean to be bothersome, Jeff, but could you make me some food, now? I'm about to faint..." I fell to my knees but forced my body to stay awake. I had slept more than enough.
Jeff, slightly panicky, picked up my fragile body and brought me inside, placing me on a wooden chair in the kitchen. He quickly cooked up two eggs, one piece of toast with blueberry jelly, and a glass of milk. I wolfed it down in five minutes, and Jeff laughed his ass off.
At first I frowned at his rude laughing, but eventually I began to laugh as well. I was happy that he was happy.