The Boy In the Cell { Jeff the Killer x Reader }

Can't Stop Smiling.

Me and Isis reached the cell to find the boy curled up on the pathetic cot, one arm folded under his head and his eyes shut tight.
Isis looked over to me with a brow rose, lightly shrugging. I returned the rise and fall of my shoulders, glancing back to the boy and debating whether he was actually asleep. I lightly set my hands on the bars, letting my forehead rest against the bronze on gray rusting metal.

I noticed his other hand was dug into the paper thin white sheet, and he appeared to be subtly shaking. Streaks of dried tears had sliced channels through the dirt brushed on his cheeks, in which I couldn't help but become concerned.

But I shouldn't be.
I shouldn't really care.

However, I do. I softly sighed and looked back to Isis who had her hands at her cheeks and head tilted to the side, just watching him. I tapped my fingernails lightly against the metal, intending to possibly wake him up.
He didn't flinch. But instead continued to tremble, fingers hooked into the cot. I took a different route and simply called out, my voice faint but surely loud enough to cause a soft echo in the empty halls.

To my surprise his eyes snapped open, his gaze sliding over to me and narrowing. He huffed and slowly rose on the bed, leaning back against the wall and bending his knees to his chest. I watched him intently as he rested his elbows on his legs, hands gripping his hair and his gaze set to the floor.

"Do you need something? You stare at me like I'm a new fucking species." His tone was sharp and the words seemed to roll of his tongue in the silence.
I only blinked, having to drag myself from my thoughts. "I- Uh- Well..." I stammered, caught off guard. Isis let a smile tease the corners of her lips, stepping next to me and cutting in for me. "You looked a bit upset in your sleep. And she continues to see you cause she likes you!" I immediately scowled. Here I thought she was doing me a favor, talking for me.

"Ha. Ha. Funny. Now can you fucking leave?" The boy hissed, but by the end of his words his voice seemed to have wavered.
I couldn't help but ask, even though I knew he would just jeer at me again. "Are you okay..? I mean- why are you here! You shouldn't be-" The boy's gaze immediately lifted in sync with his risen tone that was accompanied by mocking laughter. "Shouldn't be? Oh, if only any of you knew."

The click of shoes echoed down the hallway with a sweet voice chiming in. Mother. "Girls, it's time to go!"
The boy had coiled up and away in the corner, paper thin blanket around his shoulders before my mom could finish her sentence.

"Goodbye.." I called through the bars, my voice hushed and followed by Isis's taunting, teasing giggle. We followed my mother out of the asylum and back to the car, Isis and her chatting away as I walked behind them. Normally all three of us would talk- but I had that damn kid on my mind. Oh wait! I always fucking do.

We climbed in the car and I reclaimed my position in the front seat, head against the window. I wasn't stressed over something as simple as this, but I was definitely frustrated. I didn't want to care, this all started as another boring day at the asylum and I had just been looking for entertainment. So- why did I care? Why did it change, and so quickly? Mm. Damn. Mommy and Isis talking to me and I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice.

"Um- what?" I looked over to them, and Isis displayed a playful snicker. "Daydreaming about the b-" I shoved her into the backseat and put on a distracting smile. "Daydreaming? More like thinking about and dreading school tomorrow, yes."
Well I covered that up nicely. Not really. But my mom seemed to laugh-or giggle- it off anyway.

The whole ride home seemed this way, Isis attempting to tease me about that little prick in white. But to be honest, it was starting to get hard to deny. As much as I didn't want to, I may have began to like him. And may have began to admit it to myself.
We had dropped Isis off and exchanged smiles and waves, pulling away with a sort of dead absence without her.

However we arrived home, my body tired but my mind racing. Sadly, that being rather common for me lately. It's been a couple days, and I'm crushing on some asylum patient. Oh, healthy I'm sure.
I dismissed having anything else to eat, as I was full from Subway, and instead had a light snack before taking to my room. My first intention was to read, but the longer I sat, the more I realized I was staring at an upside down book, consumed by my thoughts.

I mentally face palmed, flipping the book around and dropping it on the table next to my bed. Well, I'd at least drawn to one conclusion by now. "I do like him.." I seemed to breathe my words, but yet they sounded breathless once escaping my lips.
For some reason I found myself smiling, and in excitement at that. I was going to see him this weekend, that being my sudden new thought, because Friday my mother worked, but Friday through Sunday I could actually 'visit' him. He could come out of that cell.

And Christ, the thought of being- more or less face to face, sounded better and better the more I thought about it.

I couldn't wait.
I can't sleep.

I can't stop my lips from curling into that smile, and just for the moment-
It almost seemed permanent.