I kept my breathing even and I tried to think my way out of the situation as Jeff pressed his knife down into my neck. I wiggled an arm free and touched his cheek, either out of pure curiosity or pure stupidity. He swung his knife into my arm instead of my neck. I could now see the blood flowing down my arm. I looked at him horrified. He laughed again, and licked the wound on my arm. I turned my face away and closed my eyes; I was disgusted. "You couldn't stop if you tried," I spat at him. His fist punched a hole through the floor an inch away from my face. I looked up at him to see he was breathing heavy and he had softened. I sat up slowly wincing at the pain in the fresh wounds on my side, and his face was inches from mine. Still breathing heavily, he rested his forehead on mine. I stayed very still and felt my heart pound. Then his lips were on mine. I heard his knife clatter on the floor and he wrapped his arms around me. After the shock I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I broke the kiss and moved my face back so I could see his clearly. I reached to touch the scars that made his "Smile". I brushed them with my finger tips and they felt smooth, too smooth to be skin. He grabbed my hand. I met his eyes.
"I want to know," I whispered.
"You do," he said quietly.
"I know what you've done... I want to know why you've done it," I explained slowly.
He nodded.
Jeff has never even had a conversation with me... He's hardly said a complete sentence to me, I thought. He finally helped me up. "First lets take care of this," He said while he pointed to my blood stained side.
