Back to Jeff's POV:
I roll my eyes back to a normal position and find myself surrounded by tall cedar trees. I'm back in the forest, though I have no recollection of how I made it back. I must have walked here by sheer force alone. I don't sense anyone else near me, so I can rule out the possibility of someone carrying me here.
As if my body became re-aware of my injuries, a heavy surge of pain fills my system. I look down at my left leg where Jane plunged her knife and wince at the sight. I can tell that I'm covered in cuts and bruises, but the leg wound is still hot and bleeding. I try to pick myself up, but as soon as I use the muscles in my left leg, the wound pulses and my blood soaks into the fabric of my jeans.
"Shit" I curse. I have to at least stop some of the bleeding. I lift my sweater and tug on the shirt underneath. With what little strength I have, I manage to rip off a piece of the fabric. I tightly wrap the cloth over the gash, where the blood has begun to pool under my leg. This makeshift tourniquet will have to do for now. Trying to alleviate some of the tension, I push myself up with my arms and lean my back on the tree behind me for balance. While holding my left leg in the air, I shuffle my right leg closer to my body to stand up.
After catching my breath I attempt to walk on both legs. The moment I put my full weight on my left leg, I'm met with an instantaneous, jagged pain. "Jesus fuck" I utter through clenched teeth. It hurts. A lot. "Fuck this, man" I trudge through the pain and begin taking some steps. While trying to walk, I think about my encounter with Jane. "Shit.." I couldn't finish her off. She's going to come looking for me again. She won't stop until I'm dead by her hands, I already know.
I think back to high school. I loved her back then. I loved my family back then...It was her fault. I heard what she said after...after I taught those boys a lesson. I even saw her! I saw her...with that boy...and they...My mind races back and forth between sadness and rage. They ALL deserved it. They all hurt me and treated me like shit. I shake my head in resistance and bring myself back to reality. I don't have time to feel sympathy for what I did. This is my destiny. I was born for this. We all were.
Stopping my movement to gather my direction, I notice how bright the sky is. I must have knocked out through the night. Wait...I have no idea how long I was out for. My eyes set on a creek below the hill I'm on. "I know that creek.." The mansion is just North of here in that case. I struggle to make my way down the hill and walk in the direction of the mansion.
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My chest is heavy and my throat is scorching from how hard I'm breathing. I finally made it back. I stop my legs right before the door and fall to the ground. The sudden movement creates a directional imbalance in my brain and I feel nauseous. I try to steady my breathing but it's too late.
I can already feel the bile crawling up my chest and into my throat. My stomach and throat tighten. I leave my mouth open and out comes a gush of yellowish-red vomit. My stomach contracts so hard, I clench the grass and dirt for an imaginary support. My eyes squeeze out tears while my nose forces out mucus as I begin to unravel.
After a round of vomiting, I take gulps of air and fully collapse to the ground. "I'm...so....tired," I say as I cover my eyes and begin to drift into the sweet bliss and darkness of sleep. Though before I knock out once again, I hear the front door creak open.
"..Oh what the fuck?!" someone says. I know that voice. It's Jack. "Hey! Get me some help, Jeff's back!" he screams.
I hear the sound of rushing footsteps and frantic voices. I can feel multiple hands cradle my body right before drifting off.
YOU ARE READING
A Gruesome Romance (A Jeff The Killer love story)
Mystery / Thriller"NO STOP!" I yelled as I tried to brake free of the ropes that bounded me. "It'll be alright" he manages to say through gasps and yelps. I tried to wriggle out of the ropes, just then I remembered that the knife Jack gave was in my pocket. Disclaime...
