Jeff and Jane

Chapter Five

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Jane POV
I flopped on my bed, burying my face in my pillow. I was exhausted. The whole scene with Jeff had drained me, emotionally and physically. But the thoughts of him stayed in my head, even as I slept. When I woke up, I thought it was a silly dream, then I remembered his lips on my mine and knew it was real. I got dressed in a black shirt and jeans, then went downstairs to get some food. I poured myself some cereal and sensed a presence behind me. I whipped around and saw Jeff. I turned back to my cereal. Finally, after a long period of silence I looked at Jeff.
"Buzz, off, will ya? You're kinda creeping me out."
"Hmm... that's how some of my victims die." He smirks. I whip my knife at him, missing his face by a mere millimeter. Jeff continues to smirk at me as he saunters out of the kitchen. I yank my knife out of the wall it stabbed. At least now I can have some peace. I stare at my knife and it's newly sharpened edge. People never change. Well, more like psychos never change. Who was I to even be judging? At this point, I probably had killed as many innocent people as he did. Technically, it was to save them from suffering... it's complicated. Sally bumps into me, preoccupied with her teddy bear.

"Watch it, kid." Sally mumbles an apology and scrambles up the bar stool. She starts to eat my cereal.

"I guess I wasn't hungry."

Sorry. Hey, can you tell BEN to stop being a meanie? He won't play toys with me anymore." I blankly stare at her.

"Why can't you solve your own problems with BEN? I'm not your mom, you know." Sally sticks out her tongue and hops off the seat. I sigh as she races out of the kitchen and probably off to BEN. Most likely she'll tell him I'm being a meanie too. My main hope is to avoid contact with people who will tick me off. I doubt I will ever achieve that. Not as long as I am staying here. Being the most pessimistic, cynical person on Earth, I can't help but feel that this mansion is like a prison. Even the dense, isolated woods felt more comfortable. This place had a weird vibe to it. I couldn't place my finger on why the air inside felt really heavy and damp. Probably the feeling of fear; everyone here emits this scary aura. I remember this feeling. One time I went to visit my parents' graves. I can feel that sense overwhelming now just as it did the first time I read their engraving.

"All that we see or seen is but a dream within a dream"-Edgar Allen Poe

I always loved Poe's beautifully morbid sense of death. That's why I left that quote for my aunt to have it engraved. Mom and Dad loved Poe too. I smile sadly. I just can't forgive him. No matter what attraction I have, he took away the two people who would never give up on me. While my friends would come and go, they stayed. Not anymore. Slender walks in the kitchen, casting his mini- cloud of impending doom. Can you blame the guy? I'd be pretty angry if I had no face.

"I must collaborate with you on an important topic." Slenderman mentally communicates.

"Go ahead, no one can really listen in on this." I respond.

"We need to talk about your situation with Jeff-"

"I'm not talking about him." I cross my arms.

"This concerns the safety of fellow occupants in this hotel. If you two are to bring anyone else into your disastrous altercations, I would have to ask the both of you to leave the residence. Now I know you promised not to kill him in the mansion, but obviously you are already testing that rule." Slender says, obviously knowing about my recent encounter with Jeff. I scoff, annoyed by his perfectly reasonable but critical question. The thing is that I considerable killing Jeff with every glance I take. Slender straightens his tie in a formal manner.

"I expect a response soon." He teleports out of the room. I growl and kick my trashcan. I need to unwind. And what better than a good old knife throwing session in the woods? I grab some of my better throwing knifes and head out deep into the forest. One of my trees is already marked with a target. I tune out to some Coldplay while whipping blades in a frenzy. Each blade hits the bulls-eye. Still got it. I feel the tension melt away as I throw them, shedding off of me like a snake's skin does. My mind is wandering, but my physical sense is heightened, I feel more alert than ever. I just keep going, wanting to keep my calm continuous flow. After my arm starts to ache, I rest against the tree, gazing at the dark green leaves above me. Little bursts of sky and sunlight pour through, creating some light in the foggy, damp forest. It gives me peace, being here. Like a little piece of home is with me, circling around in the air. I wish I were home.

A.N

I know it's really small but it's been a while and I had to put out some writing before I totally gave up and ditched this story. I just hope you guys like it, so vote or something!