Friends (Actual rewrite) ((Jeff the killer))

Electro Shock Therapy and Peanut Butter Sandwiches

A few days had rolled by of me sitting or moping around in the empty garage. I had never been so bored in my life. My neck burned and my arms hurt from being held behind my back. If I tried to adjust my arms, Jeff would threaten me and I'd quickly stop. 

During the day, Jeff was sort of a weird thing. He'd slink in and out of the room, sometimes saying something, sometimes just checking on me. He would sometimes leave after we exchanged a few words. Sometimes he'd sit down and stare at me. Every day when I wake up, though, he'd be there with a plate with two peanut butter sandwiches, which we'd end up eating together via him sticking it in my mouth. I have no idea why it so important to him, but it was like he didn't eat anything other than peanut butter sandwiches. Sometimes he'd have a cup of milk for himself, but when offered to me, I had to decline because I absolutely hate milk. 

"Why do you hate milk," he asked with a mouthful.

I shrugged. "I just do. I think it's the texture."

"Oh yea?" 

"Yea. It's like watery on the top, and thick under the water, and I taste clumps, tiny ones, in it-" I stopped after I realized I was rambling. He just stared attentively. 

It was times like these that I didn't mind him being around. But even carrying a conversation with him was often difficult. He would be nice and happy one minute, and depending on how the conversation was going, he'd often break down. Sometimes it was laughing, sometimes he yelled, once he cried, but what he did most of the time was fall completely silent and stare and twitch. This made me really uncomfortable. I could see that in his head, something was happening, but it was as if his body was dead and hollow. 

One day I woke up, and Jeff wasn't there. It was just empty. I stood up and fumbled around a bit. I kicked a rock across the room, realizing it was now gone and I had no way to further entertain myself. I stared at the ceiling. I rolled around a bit, shifting in awkward ways. Soon, I realized the only way to escape this state of complete discomfort and boredom was to do something about it. I opened my mouth: "JEEEFFFF!!"

I waited. I waited and waited and waited. It felt like hours. I contemplated what might of happened. Maybe he went out? What if he got caught? Am I going to die here? I decided to try my best to escape. What if he's still here? What if you walk out of the garage and he's right there? What if he hurts you? I whimpered to myself. I thought for a moment.

I had to do it.

I laid on my side and pulled my arms around my legs. Then, I stood up and looked at the chain. I grabbed it. I yanked it a couple times, testing how durable the pole it was wrapped around was. It bent some, so I yanked it again, this time harder. It moved, and the door rattled. I froze and looked at the wooden door behind me. Nothing, so I pulled again. The pole broke, and the chain dropped. I untwisted it so I could wiggle out without undoing the lock. Then I used my hands as best as I could to undo the collar. It dropped to the ground like a dead bird and I felt relieved to know it was off. The only thing left was the handcuffs, but I didn't have a key and they were on pretty tight. I huffed and just decided to leave them on.

I opened the wooden door and looked into the house. I walked into the kitchen, which over looked a hallway and a living room. It was empty, save a couch with a sheet over it, a few empty beer bottles, and a couple paper plates on the counter. I peeked around the corner and into the hallway. There were four doors. The first lead to a bathroom, which was covered in clothes and paper, possibly toilet paper. I walked a ways down the hall. The other three doors were closed, so I opened the one closest to me. It was empty. I walked to the next closest door on the opposite wall. I opened it. Inside was a bed and some more clothes. On the bed was a body wrapped up in blankets and its head on a pillow. It was breathing. 

I quickly retreated. Jeff was asleep, which means he would probably have an outburst if he realized I was awake. I decided to make a new mission: find my stuff, and get the heck out of dodge. I looked at the last door. I crept towards it and opened it. It was empty too, except for two large boxes and a smaller one on top. It was marked, "Not mine," so I was compelled to look in it. 

I check behind me one more time. Jeff's door was still closed. I walked into the room and closed the door, so hopefully if Jeff woke up, he wouldn't see me. I opened the top to one of the larger boxes. Inside was folded blankets. I huffed and shoved it aside. I picked up the smaller box and placed it on the floor before opening it. Inside was a stuffed bear and my purple backpack. I quickly pulled it out and opened it. Everything was in there, including my phone, which was dead. But it didn't matter. I put it on and stood up, getting ready to run. 

As soon as I turned around, I was thrown back. There was a hand around my throat, and I choked harshly. My back was uncomfortably pressed against a wall. I looked up. Jeff huffed so hard, my eyes watered. "What are you doing?!"

"Jeff, I-" 

"Shut up!" He threw me to the floor. "You'll probably just lie anyway. You were going to leave me. I was protecting you! I even said I wasn't going to kill you! I'm the best person ever right now and you just want to leave!?" 

"You hurt me!" I snapped at him, tears forming.

"And you're hurting me by trying to leave!" 

"It's not the same!"

"Yes, it is!" He started shaking. "You don't understand how long I've been alone.. Now I have someone, someone nice to me and who talks to me, and they want to leave to." He twitched and grinned. "Fine, if you want to leave so bad.." He started to approach me. 

I started to think. All reason was thrown out of the window by now, so I had to come up with something quick. "I-I didn't want to leave!" 

He stopped as he was right above me. "What?"

"I'm not leaving.. I just want a room. My own room. With a bed and stuff." I shook like a wet dog.

He stared at me. The silence was deafening. I watched the gears turn in his head, hoping what I just said somehow spilled by as logical. He slowly stood up straight and held his hand out to me. I took it, and he ripped me off the ground and onto my feet.

"You can have the room next door. I don't like this one. The window doesn't lock." He stomped out of the room and I heard a door slam. Afterward, I heard something close to screaming into a pillow. I went to the room next door and sat there. I was a bit scared to move. I was so close to death twice, I didn't know how many more times I'd get before he snapped. 

I flinched at the idea that I could be chained up into this room, too. I thought about the shock collar again. I started shaking again. "I've only been hear a few days.." I muttered to myself. "How can I be this scared.."