Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Chapter 22

Jeff and I began to walk to the river to get water showers and drinking. Although the house house had a water pump, you had to fill it manually. This made me wonder, had Jeff been doing all these things himself while I was in a coma? It must have been a lot of work. He bathed me and changed my clothes. I smiled.
"Stop standing there and smiling like an idiot and fill up these buckets." He said as he filled up a bucket of his own and started bringing it to the back of the house.
"You're a real jerk, you know that?" Is grumbled, then filled up the buckets in the river. When I picked the bucket back up, a rather large fish peered up at me, it's little mouth opening and closing as if trying the drink the air. I couldn't help but laugh at the little guy.
I bent down to release the fish in the water, I knew of Jeff saw he'd kill the fish and eat it, or just for fun.
"Don't come back here anymore, that guy over there is a psycho." I said the the fish as I pointed towards Jeff's direction. I didn't care that it had no idea what I was saying or doing, being with just Jeff was lonely. And sort of boring. In fact, I had more fun talking to the fish than I've probably ever had with Jeff.
As I sat in thought, I was suddenly shoved in the water. I freaked out and swam to the water surface to see him standing there laughing his ass off. Instead of getting angry with him, I pretended as if I drowned and laid on the water surface. To my, somewhat-surprise, Jeff simply poked me with his foot then walked away.
I opened my eyes and shouted "I hate you, jerk!" He stopped walking, looked at me, then turned back and started walking to the house.
Why did this make me to angry? Well, who wouldn't be angry when the man you love doesn't even care that you're "dead"? The more I thought about it, the more pissed off it made me. I climbed out of the water, rung my hair and shirt, then stormed off after him. But he slammed the door in my face.
"Really Jeff? Really?!" I yelled through the door. He didn't open the door, nor did he say anything, so I angrily stomped off into the forest, mumbling curse words under my breath with every step I took. I swear nothing will every go right with him and I.
I walked only for five minutes before sitting on log next to a pond. A frog tried to jump from the grass to a leaf in the pond but missed and fell into the water. I laughed. At least I had nature to fall back to.