Captured (Jeff the Killer)

Remembrance Can Hurt You

~Charlie~

"Frozen inside without your touch;

Without your love darling;

Only you, are the life among the dead."

I sit up quickly and look around as I hear my phone going off downstairs. I blink and yawn a few times and see that I'm still laying next to Jeff, but, his back is facing me. I sigh quietly and climb out of it, covering him up again. I jog downstairs quietly and find my phone in the kitchen? "How'd you end up in here?" I whisper to myself, walking over to the counter grabbing it. I look down and see my mother calling. I take a deep breath and answer.

Me: Hello mother...

Mom: Charlie, where are you? We're coming to get you! Pack your damn bags and tell us now!

Me: I'm doing this to save you. I love you guys and I don't need some female killer killing you.

Mom: I don't want the male killer killing you either!

Me: Mom, Jeff won't kill me. He would've by now if he wanted to. He's protecting me, from Jane, and is allowing me to protect you.

I'm too invested in the phone call with my mother, that I haven't heard Jeff come down the stairs and stand behind me.

Mom: Charlie! You listen to me! Tell me where you are, so your father and I can come and get you!

Before I can reply, I hear, "You're not leaving are you?" from behind me. "Oh my god!" I shout, turning around, putting my friend hand over my heart. "Don't walk up on someone like that. Well, not me at least. And no, I'm not leaving." I answer, putting my mom on speaker.

Mom: Charlie? Charlie! Are you okay? That killer didn't get you did he! I groan in annoyance.

Me: No mom, he didn't. He just woke up and came downstairs startling me. I'm fine.

Jeff: If I were attacking her, you'd be hearing screaming anyways.

Me: Great timing Jeff. Mom, just ignore him. He snuck in the house the second day you were gone and I knocked him out and chained him up. I'm sure I can handle him.

Mom: I still don't like you there.

Me: I know mothe-

Mom: Let me talk to Jeff. Speaker off.

Me: Fine.

I hand my phone over to Jeff who has his head tilted sideways wondering why she wants to talk to him.

Jeff: What is it that you'd like to talk about?

Jeff asks my mother, before walking into another room. I groan in complaint before starting some breakfast at four in the morning. I hear a few murmurs from the other room, before Jeff walks back in with my phone in hand. He hands it to me.

Mom: You can stay there with Jeff. He's convinced me that he'll protect you and not hurt you. I love you Charlie. So does your father. Keep in touch with us okay?

Me: Yes mother. I love you all so very much as well.

We end the conversation and I look over at Jeff. "How the hell did you get her to agree to letting me stay?" I ask, confused and worried. "I explained the entire situation and, how you stabbed me a few times and whatnot." I nod my head and go back to cooking. "What you making?" Jeff asks, leaning over my shoulder to see.

"Well, I have sausage cooking, bacon in the oven, and I chopped up some thawed out hash browns and threw them in a pan with some red and green peppers, with shredded cheddar cheese." I finish, flipping the sausage. "Sounds delicious." he yawns, stretching.

"On a side note, in one of the notes you left me, why did you have to comment on my butt?" I ask, feeling my face flush a light shade of red before handing him a finished plate of food. "It looked good, and you never swear do you?" he asks, trying to avoid the question more. I raise an eyebrow and say, "No I don't. Not unless I'm scared, nervous, or angry." "I can make those happen you know..." "I'm no scared of you Jeff. You should know that by now. Also, does Slender Man know that you're here with me?"

"He won't care. I mean, he likes you and all, but he won't mind that we're here." I nod my head and continue eating. After he finishes, he stares at me for a moment before standing up quickly. "Come. There's something that I want to show you."

"Okay." I whisper, grabbing onto Jeff's arm as he passes, causing him to look at me before continuing. We walk up the stairs and to another room. I here him take a breath before looking over at me. "Behind this door is Liu's room. My brother's room. There's a lot of history in this room, along with old notes of mine that I find you should read." Before Jeff can continue, I intervene. "Jeff, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. This is your personal space, and I don't want to be a bothe-" "Shh. It's okay Charlie. That's why I'm showing this too you. I want you to be able to understand me a little more than just knowing that I kill for fun and a living. That there's more of me than you know."

"Okay." I whisper again, as Jeff opens the door. Behind the door, there's a room that look almost identical to Jeff's, but you can tell that it's a little different. We walk in and I can feel the atmosphere change. It's not as strong and emotional as Jeff's. I watch in interest as Jeff walks over to the closet and pulls out a box, filled with notebooks. He sets them on the bed and waves me over. "That's a lot of notebooks." I gulp when I see how many there are. "Don't worry. You don't have to read them all. I'm just going to show you a few notebooks. You don't have to read all of the poems in them." Jeff whispers, handing me a black notebook. I look over at Jeff, who's now sitting with his back towards me, looking to the window.

I look down and start to read the first poem.

Taking It Day By Day

Each day I live, the pain consumes

What little sanity I have bloomed.

Mother, brother, and father haven't seemed to notice,

My masking of sadness and hurt.

Insanity is sweeping its way through my veins,

But, I must say that this isn't being written in vain.

The tear stains on my pillowcase,

Once drained down my face.

School comes around in the morning,

My brother knows what happens.

I continue to be mournful

Falling from grace,

I continue to live my life,

With this awful race.

After I finish the poem, I look back at Jeff, and notice that he's staring out the window still. After reading a couple more poems, I set the notebook down and wipe a tear off my face. "Jeff... they were all lovely. I love the way you capture your feelings in poetry. I'm not giving you sympathy because I know you hate it, but; I will give you a hug. Even without your permission." I whisper, moving the box out of the way carefully, and hugging him from behind. "Thank you for sharing with me Jeff. I only read four if that makes you feel better." I stop speaking and let go of him, and move around and notice that his eyes are glazed as he looks at me. "Jeff, are you okay?" I whisper leaning down a little.

He reaches out and grabs my arm tightly, eyes unglazing. "The memories hurt Charlie. I need help. Please, help me?" he asks, becoming hysteric. "Jeff. Calm down. I'm right here." I pull him into another hug, and mentally start freaking out. I keep hugging him until I feel his breathing calm down. I sigh in relief when he lets go of my arm, and lays down. "I just... need to rest for a bit." he whispers while covering his face with his arm. "I'll be down-" "No. Lay with me." he demands in a broken whisper. "Okay Jeff. Okay." I murmur, climbing into the bed, and grabbing hold of his hand, feeling his breathing relax and calm down.