(Don't) Go To Sleep

Fury

My heart stopped. Jeff. Was. Here. Before anyone could stop me or before it could fully sink in, I sprinted right for the house and burst in to the kitchen. Sure enough there stood Jeff surrounded by a group of people who had already been here. The rage rolled right through my body the second I saw him, it was like my whole body caught fire and it spread rapidly within milliseconds. I ran right at him and slammed him into the wall punching him and kicking at him. I heard the voices of the others but I couldn't really hear the words. Jeff didn't even fight back. I just carried on scratching, punching and kicking. Two pairs of hands tried to drag me away but I shook them off. I grabbed the front of his shirt, which was soaked in his blood from drafted in his face and a broken nose, and threw him on the floor. I sat on his stomach and grabbed my knife, ready to kill him but once again I was hauled off him, this time by more people. I slashed wildly with my knife at them but someone managed to grab my wrist and pry the knife out of my hand. Three guys were holding on to my arms and Clockwork approached me carefully and calmly. 'Jane, just breathe, calm down before you hurt someone.'
'Don't you think that's what I'm trying to do?' I growled and started struggling against the people holding me back. That's when Masky came over to me. He took my face in his hands and rested his forhead against mine. 'Jane, I know how much you want to hurt him but you won't gain anything from it. Please just come with me and you can talk to me about it. Please,' he said in his gentle voice. My heart rate slowed and I stopped struggling against the others. I exhaled. 'Okay...'. The people who had restrained me, who I now saw were Ben, Hoodie and a guy who I hadn't seen before. His jacket hood was covering his chestnut brown hair. He wore round orange glasses and a metal mask over his mouth. I didn't care for introductions right now though. I was very close to another fit. Masky wrapped an arm around my waist and escorted me out of the door. I was too busy focusing on not running back and killing that little low life to see where I was actually walking. I just followed Masky. It wasn't until he finally stopped that I realised where we were. It was the little 'flower bubble' that I had come across. Basically Masky's special hidden place. 'Do you wanna tell me what happened back there?' Masky demanded. I was taken back by how angry he sounded. His mask was still smiling although he was yelling. Ironic. 'No. I don't think I do. It has nothing to do with you,' I snapped back. 'I think you'll find it does.'
'Oh really? Want to tell me how my mess fits in with any of your life?'
'Your mess fits in with my life because believe it or not Jane, I care about you.' Opened my mouth to argue back and then closed it again. He cared about me? He just admitted that he cared about me. A tiny part of me was having a mini celebration while the other parts where still mad over Jeff and Masky shouting at me. He looked at the floor, my silence making him uncomfortable. 'I mean... you know... sorry.'
'Did you mean that..?' I asked quietly. 'Huh?'
'Do you care about me?' He looked me right in the eye. Although he had a mask on, I knew he could see me. It sent little electric waves rippling up and down my spine. 'Yes, I do. You're the first person I've cared about since I left my old life.' He played with his hands, a thing I noticed he did when he was nervous but I held his hands still. 'I care about you too,' I told him. He pulled me into a very tight hug, I was shocked at first but then I hugged him back. I missed having someone who made me feel remotely normal. After a while, I pulled out of the hug. 'I'm going to go and take my anger out on someone less important,' I told him. I think he understood that I wanted to be alone so he nodded and watched me leave. As I was walking away I felt a sudden overwhelming urge to cry so I bit my lip and looked up at the canopy of trees above me. The leaves were a vivid green colour, I'd never noticed before. I rushed away into the woods focused my mind on hunting.

After a few hours of wandering around aimlessly I came across a group of teenagers who were just strolling through the woods. Well 'strolling' wasn't actually the right word. They were being really loud and annoying and generally disruptive. They'd have to go. I analysed the situation I was in and once I was satisfied with my plan, I targeted a blonde haired girl. I had heard her talking earlier and she was a stereotypical dumb blonde. Flirting with all the guys and slagging off any girls who threatened her status and asking questions that seven year old's would know the answer to. She had to go first. I jumped out of my hiding spot and slammed my knife into her skull earning a earsplitting scream from her and some of the others. I tried to pull the knife out of her skull but because there was no brain in there, it sunk into her skull easily, making it harder for me to get out. I rolled my eyes, it was typical for something like this to happen now. Three of the braver teenagers, all boys began to circle me angrily while the dumb blonde's friend cowered next to a tree sobbing uncontrollably. The boys were drawing closer to me to my surprise. Most people tried to flee. Maybe they wanted to impress the crying girl. I don't see why though, they were all going to die anyway. I grabbed one of the guys by his hair and threw him into a tree wth as much strength as I could muster. I heard a crack and he slid onto the floor, leaving a trail of blood on the tree. Poor tree. The other two boys now had rather pale frightened faces. One of them tried to reason with me but I laughed in his face. He realised his mistake. I grabbed his head and twisted it round hearing another crack. He dropped dead to the floor. The final guy's face was about as pale as his bleached and styled hair. He ran away, dragging the traumatised girl with him but they ran straight into a tree, no. Not a tree. This guy was all square and had white glowing eyes. He was wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue trousers which looked a little silly in a good way. They were almost like The Rake's but instead of round they were rectangle. I could tell he was 'one of us' but I'd never seen or heard of him before. His face was absolutely expressionless, he was nothing like anyone I had ever seen before. He shoved the girl to the ground and she screamed while holding the guy still. He nodded at the knife, still wedged in blondie's head and then to the girl on the floor. I knew what he wanted me to do. I smiled at him in appreciation. People always seem to find me at good times, I thought to myself. I grabbed the blade of the knife with both hands and put my foot on her body. With a single burst of strength I yanked the knife out of her head. With the knife came blood and grey mush. Looked like she had a brain after all, if only a small one. The girl was too upset to do anything. I grabbed each of her arms and cut a deep gash into her wrists. She'd just bleed to death. She wasn't as interesting to me as the strange square dude. She didn't even fight back, just continued to cry which by now was getting slightly annoying. The last guy alive was voicing his opinion on how much of a sick freak I was, struggling in the arms of the square man. I strolled over to him playing with the bloody knife, taunting him. 'A freak am I? A murderer am I?' I mocked, I enjoyed this far too much. As I got closer, he seemed to stop struggling as much, he just watched me with his alert eyes. 'Not so brave now are you?' I whispered, just inches away from his sweaty face. Then I slowly shoved my knife into his stomach. When I pulled out the knife, blood spurted miserably from the wound. I watched the life fade from his eyes. Once he died, the mysterious guy who had helped me nodded and shuffled back into the shade before I could even ask his name.

This chapter is dedicated to Herobrine_And_Jeff. Did you spot the guest creepypasta?:b