Until We Go To Sleep (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six.

Jeff grabbed my hand and guided me to my room upstairs.

I sat on one end of my bed and he sat on the floor.

"You know, you can sit up here."

I switched positions to be comfortable and laid on my stomach, my face nearest to the end of the bed where he sat on the ground.

He hopped right next to me and laid there.

I watched him watch me.

Just then, Someone texted me. I pulled out my phone from my front pocket and read the text. It was from Brittany. She asked why I hadn't come to school and if I was okay. I texted her back saying "yeah I'm fine. Just-" I looked at Jeff.

"You know you can't tell anyone I'm here right?"

"Well obviously."

"I'm just a little sick" I texted back and laid the phone down.

Jeff spoke up."I have a good idea"

He stood From my bed and properly announced himself.

"Good afternoon Madame, I am Mr. Anderson, your Psycho Therapist." He winked.

I laughed,"Don't you mean psychotherapist?"

He grinned." That's what I said."

"Okay, 'Mr. Anderson', what's first."

"Isolation." He exclaimed, taking my phone and putting it in his pocket.

"Heyy!! That's not okay Jeff."

"Second-"

"Jeff"I said with a struggling giggle to try not to sound stressed, " no for real I'm being serious give it back."

"EHEM. I'm serious too. It's for your own good. You're practically glued to the thing."

I sighed and said,"Whatever," nonchalantly. Oh well. So what. I don't give a shit.

"Next," he said "a self confidence boost." He looked around my room and then picked up the small stand alone mirror from my dresser and held it in front of my face.

"Look in the mirror."

I looked.

"What do you see?"

"Me."

"No smart ass, something you like about your face."

"I don't like my face."

"But I like your face."

"I don't see what you see." I said Looking away from the mirror.

He sighed and looked at my face.

"Look again Shi."

I looked.

He spoke up filling the entire room with his voice "I see a lot of things I like about you. For one, you don't have slits in your face. Unless you want them I mean. "

I couldn't tell if be was joking or not so I just kinda giggled and went. Alone with it

"I also like your freckles and your hair. And your eyes are amazing. They're a blue green. My eyes used to be like that." He said.

(Aw. Jeff stop.)

I looked in the mirror and started to agree. "Yeah, I guess I like that."

I looked at my eyes in the mirror. The sunlight from the window was hitting them, making them shimmer.

"Great," he said "so then you feel better now, right?"

I giggled,"Yeah I guess. For now."

"Good. So then you'll stop cutting yourself and throwing up right?" He pleaded like a child.

(AW JEFF STOP. )

"Jeff... Just because I like how I look once doesn't mean I'll still like it when I look in the mirror again."

I hate mirrors. I hate them so much because they show the ugly truth. They show who you are on the surface. But everyone judges by the surface. If mirrors could see deeper than just how we look, then maybe they'd be okay. Like Jeff. He looks absolutely wild, but he's still kind. To me, at least.

Jeff's POV

Her mind began to wander and I just sat there and acknowledged her features and the little things about her. The way she twirled her hair around her finger when she thought deeply, the way her eyelashes lay when she looks down. It's a damn shame that a girl as pretty and warm hearted as her loves the world yet hates herself. It's the fucking media. It's always the media. The media tries to set standards on how girls are supposed to look, but they never see how it affects the rest of the world, especially for a girl like Shiloh, being fourteen. She's so alone in the world. She needs help. MY help.

That settles it.

I'm staying here until she loves herself.

Because I do.