Please, Kill Me (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 19 ✓

The house on Oakwood Highway used to be a sanctuary of warmth and the smell of home-cooked food. Now, it was a tomb of cold marble and stagnant air. I stood in the kitchen, my hand resting on the edge of the sink where I'd once laughed while doing chores. The stove sat dark and silent, a hollow reminder of my mother's favorite recipes.

The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic thrum of the rain starting to lash against the windows. I squeezed my flashlight, the beam flickering weakly. I had to move. I was only here for the charger and for the sake of my sanity, I should leave immediately once I get what I wanted to take here.

Righ.. my sanity, I have to keep in mind that my mind is messed up same with what those psychiatrists told me about. They said its due to my state from their diagnosis that I have persistent depressive disorder, and some factors that messes up my way of thinking.

I just shook my head, I don't need to deal with that for now. Every step up the stairs felt like a betrayal. Why had I survived that night? Why hadn't I fought harder? The thoughts spiraled, a familiar cycle of self-loathing that made my knees weak.

"Ahh!" I tripped, my knee hitting the hardwood with a loud thud. I didn't get up. I just stayed there, letting the tears fall, grieving for a girl who died on that highway alongside her parents.

"Such a crybaby."

The voice was sharp, youthful, and dripping with disdain. I froze. Slowly, I turned my head. A girl stood in the hallway, her face obscured by the shadows. She wore a hoodie and a skirt, her hair pulled into a high ponytail.

I tried to aim my flashlight at her, but the batteries finally died, plunging us into darkness. A flash of lightning illuminated the hall for a split second, revealing a horrific sight: her mouth was stitched into a permanent, jagged smile. That smile looks familiar.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice trembling.

"How rude... why won't you introduce yourself first?" She laughed, a high-pitched, manic sound as she threw her head back.

"I have the right. This is my house," I snapped, a sudden spark of defiance flaring in my chest.

She stopped laughing instantly, her eyes pinning me with a predatory intensity. "Not anymore, sweetie."

Another flash of lightning strobed through the window. She was ten feet away. Flash. She was five feet away. Flash. She was in my face. She did not hesitate and lunged with a speed that defied human physics. I didn't have time to think-I only had time to move. I threw my head back just as her knife whistled through the air. The blade didn't hit bone, but I felt a searing, icy heat as it zipped through the flesh of my cheek. The sound was sickening-a soft zip like tearing silk.

"Do you think I don't know?" she hissed, her face inches from mine. "He is always with you. Only with you! And what about me? I'm his prodigy! I did everything for him, and he chose to waste his time with a pathetic human like you!"

She was raving, her eyes wide and bloodshot. I realized then-she didn't just want to kill me; she was jealous. But to whom? Who is she talking to? Is it.. Jeff? Does she know Jeff?

"Stay still, doll!" she shrieked.

With a surge of desperation, I drove my knee upward into her midsection. She groaned, her grip on my neck loosening just enough for me to shove her off. I scrambled up, slammed the heavy flashlight into her face, and bolted to my room.

How did she find me? How long she's been watching us?

"You bitch!" she screamed from the hallway.