Until We Go To Sleep (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter Three

Chapter three

••April 25 2013

Entry three

I didn't sleep last night. It's the first time in a long time since that's happened. I miss Jeff. But I'm scared to go to sleep and see that hideous creature again. It had this awful, distorted face. It's mouth was ripped or melted... I'm not sure. Their eyes. Oh god their eyes.

They were red.

Blood red with x's in them. Parts of their body weren't there. They were... Almost cartoonishly scribbled at the limb. And they all smiled. Normally the smiles wouldn't scare me because of Jeff but oh god. Their smiles. They were large smiles with... Just canines. They smiled so big, blood dripped from their mouths. ••

I stopped writing. I couldn't anymore. I just.... I can't. Anyway, I think I'll just go lazy today.

I just threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. My looks were the last thing on my mind. I put my hair up in a bun and put on a little mascara. I hadn't eaten in two days, so I ate a huge breakfast. And yes, I leaned over the toilet and brought it up. It felt so much better to throw up for the first time in a few days.

I checked the clock. It's only 6:30. Looks like I have a half hour.

I looked at my dresser drawer. The bottom one.

"No...."

It called me towards it. It was begging.

"I can't..."

The dresser was begging me. The book was screaming. I know what one too. It was my book where I hid all my razors.

I opened the drawer and I pulled out the book. I flipped the crease and found the crumpled up sandwich bag that had three disassembled razor blades. I looked at them.

"One cut wouldn't hurt."

And it started with one cut on my left wrist.

Then another.

And another.....

And well....another...

I stopped.

I put gauze around my arms and wore an Aeropostale jacket just to cover my arms up. I can't let these show. But hell it felt a lot better to leave the house with them than to leave feeling naked.

I left earlier to talk to Brittany. But as I walked, I really wanted to see the picture of the note myself. So I looked at the note at the bus stop. It reads something illegible. I don't think I'll show Brittany. I think I'll wait.....

"Hey Shi."

"Oh, hey Brittany." I called.

"Did you dream again last night?" She smirked.

I looked down. Everything around Brittany's face hazed. My stomach churned and I turned away.

"I'm not comfortable talking about it."

She was puzzled. "Oh."

I handed her the book with the dream in it explaining everything. She read it as we got on the bus and I sat next to her.

She was bewildered.

"O-oh. Oh god are you okay?"

"I hope so.." I replied.

I fell asleep in first period math, second and third period language arts, and fourth and fifth period history. Basically 3 or 4 hours. God I couldn't wait to go home.

By the time school ended, I was exhausted. Brittany wanted to hang out, so I guess it'll keep me up.

"I think you need to take a little break with the creepypasta, Shi."

"I think I need to take a little break with life."

She looked over."that's what we're gonna do. Lets listen to music and talk about life."

Sure enough, this shit went by for about 6 hours. Just in time for me to walk home and hopefully see Jeff.

I walk into the house and still, no one home. At least I get the house to myself. I picked up the journal and wrote regretfully.

••Any way, I'm going to try to sleep. I hope to god not to see that revolting creature... I mean, if it would have approached me in a more mellow way, I wouldn't mind it. I just don't like••

My stomach churned.

God. I'm starving. I need to just ignore it. The pain is worth it.

It just hurts so much....

••I just don't like being surprised like that.

Oh god I'm talking as if they were actually real. Help me... Even though that face did ••

My stomach would not stop.

"God it hurts..." I whimpered. I clutched my stomach and went to the bathroom. I didn't even have time to hold my hair back. My head hung over the toilet and I had that dry puke when nothing comes up, but you don't stop gagging.

"I need to wr-" I was throwing up nothing.

I didn't care about being sick, I just wanted to sleep to see Jeff. My wrists burned too. They really hurt. I cut them deeper than I should have.

I just laid by the toilet and held my stomach. Jesus Christ the pain was excruciating. I held on so tightly that my cuts reopened and began lightly bleeding, but jut enough to run down my hands.

I whimpered and cried asking for the pain to stop.

God how I just wanted everything to stop.

I laid there and fell asleep.

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I was dreaming. I tried to jump off of the building to Jeff's building. I used my hands for support, but my wrists were bleeding in my dream. Not heavy, but just as before when I was awake. They're drying and the blood is slowly fading off as I move around. I couldn't make it to Jeff's window

And I ended up hitting the building wall and falling to the ground.

I laid there.

The cement was so cold.

It felt so good to just lay down and give up. This is what I get for trying to sleep in the middle of the day.

I die.

I black out like I usually would when I see Jeff in the cell.

I later wake up staring at the ceiling inside the building.

"How did I get in..." I rubbed my head and sat up from my spot. I recognized this. This was the floor before Jeff's. ill be damned if I fall for this again.... I walked up the stairs and I walked down the carpeted corridor. But I lost track and eventually I just turned my head out of curiosity. Jeff sat in his cell, but he wasn't looking like he usually was. Something was wrong.

That fucker's face is gonna be where Jeff's should be. I know it.

I go towards him anyway.

"Jeff?"

Silence stood.

"I'm done with you fucking with me. Bye."

Just as I turned away an began walking, his deep, soothing voice called me.

"Shiloh.."

He sounded depressed.

I turned around.

"Jeff?"

Then everything was blurred.

The world went black

And I'd woken up in Jeff's cell again.

I seen his own, pale face near mine and god, I felt so safe.