Go To Sleep My Love (A Jeff The Killer love story)

Dream or Flashback?

"NO! NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" I screamed over and over again.

I lashed around and I tried to kick and punch but it was no use.

Tears were streaming down my face. I had been crying nonstop  for about three days now.. Luckily I wasn't wearing any make-up at the time so  I didn't look like a complete mess... But my cheeks went from pale to a very light red-ish color and my eyes were puffy and they were a dark red, to the point that you could clearly see the veins in my eyes.

By this point I was all skin and bone. Well mostly bone. I had cuts and bruises all over me and I was covered with ash and dirt. I haven't eaten for days now but surprisingly I didn't feel hungry...

My whole body was shaking as I continued to sob rather loudly.

I felt the large strong hands tighten their grip on my arm, so tight that I could feel the blood flowing both of our veins. I hesitated but I looked up. On either side of me were two men. They looked the exact same.

Both had dark tanned and dirty skin- well except for their face. They didn't really have a face and it was just a white splotch. They both wore some kind of outfits that I can't really describe. But it was like a nurse's uniform mixed with a cop's. Under their very light blue hats you could see a few strands of hair peeking out. Sort of like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb from Alice in wonderland...

They both began to drag me down the hall.. I was too exhausted to protest. I hung my head low and I just didn't move..

They continued to drag me along the floor with no problem what so ever. My poor, fragile, gnarled up, boney legs dragged across the dirty and rough ground. Causing more and more cuts to form on my legs.

My legs and feet were completely bare... The only thing I was actually wearing was some light gray shorts and a rather large straightjacket with multiple belts latched on it. Three around my hip. Six on each arm, holding them closely against my chest. And about two around my neck. Making it hard for me to breath.

I could hardly see anything... The whole room was just a bright white light... The only thing I could actually see was myself, the men dragging me across the room, and the metal bars that hid a room and a maniac behind it.

I gulped slightly and I hesitated but looked up. This whole place... Was silent... It was... Creepy... Suddenly I heard chains raddling and some muffled screams. It sent every hair on the back of my neck to stand up. I quickly looked.

Through the thick bars I could just make out a figure... He was in a straight jacket like me but it covered his entire body like a sleeping bag, it was also covered with belts like mine. To hold it together I guess.. He also had chains latched onto every single limb. He even had one around his neck. He had raven black hair and he had a bloody, dark brown belt around his eyes. Along with a bloody white handkerchief covering his mouth.

By his body structure he looked like he was about 13.... Same as me...

Suddenly we came to a stop and the men lifted me up so I was actually standing. I looked in front of me and saw a set of bars once again... And a room... But no one was behind it.

Suddenly it slowly opened by itself. As if there was a large door there.

I felt the strong hand on my left arm release and I let out a sigh of relief that blood was flowing through my arm again.

I heard footsteps walk behind me and suddenly I was enveloped in darkness... I knew he put a blindfold on me.

I thought that they were going to hurt me or something but all that really happened was that I got shoved into the room. I fell flat on my face and I heard a faint 'crack' in my nose.