Personal Lock Down (Jeff The Killer X Reader)~Creepypasta

63: Just a Little Longer

*Your POV*

"(Y/n)!" I heard someone call my name, although it sounded like it was down a tunnel. The echo seemed to carry in my dreams. Trying to bring me to the real world. But it was so cold and I had been sound asleep.

Just five more minutes, Tom. I promise I'll get up after that. Maybe warm the tub up for me? I'm really cold. I could use a motivator.

"Y/n), wake up!" As the voice became clearer, I could tell it wasn't Tom's voice. It was raspy and sounds like they have a cough? But I suppose that makes sense. Tom is usually more gentle with waking me up. Who on earth has the audacity to be so rude? Oh, right... I'm not with Tom right now. I'm in a cabin with Jeff. Now it makes perfect sense. That's why my back hurts so much. This mattress is terrible and it's always freezing in here. But... why do I feel wet? "(Y/n)!"

Moving my hand with what little energy I could muster, I felt liquid run through my fingers. Did that prick poor water on me? Or is the reason he sounds so panicked because there's a leak in the roof? Maybe that's why I'm feeling extra cold today? Maybe it's too late though, I have no energy, maybe I already caught a bad cold.

"Please, (Y/n)! Please wake up!" This voice, it's still echoing but I know for sure now, that's Jeff. Why does he sound almost hysterical? It's just a cold, I won't die from it. Just let me rest and before you know it, I'll be all better. "I'm begging you, d-don't leave me!" Is he... crying?

I want to open my eyes but every time I try my world spins and a deep ache starts to form behind my right eye. Even if light begins to come into view, it's distorted and doesn't last long. Why can't I open my eyes? I can't move or talk either, but I have to let him know that I'm alright. If I don't, will he continue to cry? I don't want that...

"Ff..." I can only manage to feel my breath force through my teeth and lip but I'm struggling to feel anything else. Is it because I'm really cold? I can feel the liquid. But now that I'm focusing, I don't think I can feel the mattress. In fact, sometimes it's like my legs and shoulders are shifting? Am I moving myself but I just can't feel everything?

"(Y/n)? Are you awake?!" Oh? His voice, didn't echo as much just then. Just maybe if I try to blink away the slumber? As I blinked, I felt pain in my head and as light came through, the pain increased. But as the light came in, so did shapes and the once distorted lights, began to have purpose. "(Y/n)?!"

His voice sounded hoarse, like he'd been crying for longer than I thought. Was I out for that long? As I focused on my blinking, I also tired to deepen my breaths, for some reason I noticed I was having trouble breathing? But that caused me to wince as pain swelled in my chest. Though I was still having trouble breathing, I managed to blink until I recognized one thing. The face of the man in front of me. The smile he wore was not sincere as tears ran down his scarred cheeks. His black eyes gazing down into my own, a mix of pain and relief filling them. That and...

"Blue..." My voice barely managed it as I watched pieces of blue shimmer in his eyes that were glossed over with tears. Choking back a sob, Jeff nodded as he lifted one of my hands, covered in blood, and rested it against his cheek.