You let out a sigh of relief now that you're finally alone. It's not ideal, but hey no company is better than Jeff's company.
Following your usual nightly ritual, you take your meds, change into some old PJs and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth. A menancing thought breaks into your poor mind as you think back to Jeff's sharp remark.
'Bitch, you need to take the whole bottle'
Yeah, right, like you'll kill yourself after going through all of that; youre no pussy.
Staring piercingly at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you frown, then bend over to spit out the foamy toothpaste and take a big mouthful of water. Focusing on the stingy and minty feeling on your tongue, a loud noise from your bedroom breaks your train of thought. You turn to look into your room, and more cautiously than usual, you step into the darkness of it.
"Jeff? Is that you?" you whisper under your breath, feeling your skin crawl.
creeeaaaak
You freeze.
"JEFF? This isn't fucking funny!" You shout out. Your voice breaks. Raising it anchored you to reality though. Quickly, you walk to the other side of the room and turn on your lights.
No one.
A sigh of relief escapes your body. Your doctor mentioned once that some patients with PTSD experience hallucinations, but you didn't expect to be one of them.
The window is wide open. You close it anxiously, unsure if you left it that way or not.
Oh you're definitely sleeping with the lights on tonight.
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"No I'm telling you Jeff, you're not fucking funny! You're just being a cruel asshole and I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU OUT ANYMORE!!" You shout at him, tears swelling up in your eyes.
He doesn't answer you, looking at you through icy eyes. He sits cross-armed, leaning against the kitchen counter and fully uninterested. His lack of responsiveness only annoys you even more.
"You're not my friend, I don't know you and YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE!! OKAY?!? CANT YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT, YOU FREAK?!?" you huff out, "GET THE FUCK OUT!!"
Using up all the air in your lungs, you shout out with every single fiber in your body. You raise a hand to grab at his hoodie in anger, but he roughly grabs your wrist. Using his other hand, he forcefully grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks with much more force than needed. You can't speak anymore.
"Listen, you fucking crazy bitch," he spat out,
"I haven't done any of the shit you have accused me of, and you bitching and yelling at me," he squeezes your face harder. You close your eyes in pain.
"won't solve your problems. You're lucky that you have some kind of fucking use for me, or else I would've slashed your fucking throat."
He yells out, shoving you away. You lose your balance slighly and lean on the kitches counter, grabbing your jaw in pain. Your lip was bleeding.For the past God knows how many fucking days, Jeff has been taunting you at night. Leaving all the drawers open, slamming doors, or reorganising your whole fucking house. Hell, one day you woke up with breakfast made, a simple omelette. If you hadn't found a whole bottle of empty rat poison in the fridge with a note that said "Special ingredient" on it, you would have appreciated it. Good thing you didn't even taste it.

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Bittersweet | Ticci Toby
Fanfiction◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ Bittersweet /ˈbɪt̬.ɚˌswiːt/ (adj.) "containing a mixture of happiness and sadness" ◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢ A series of unfortunate events determine...