It had been three days since Jillian's parents had decided she would be going on sleeping pills. She was sleeping better, but that scared her even more. She would have several nightmares every time she closed her eyes and rested her head. The problem with the pills was that they made her sleep longer and deeper. She would be in the middle of her horrid dream, praying to wake up and be brought back to the safety of reality, but waking up had become harder. There was nothing like being trapped within her own nightmare.
Sleep itself was no longer peaceful, not even solely because of the nightmares, but for the words she saw written on her bathroom mirror. He was real, and he obviously had interest in her. However, it had been nearly two weeks since the incident. She should have been dead by now. If he did come after her, she would already be asleep, one far too deep for any prince to wake her up. She would have no chance in fighting him. Well, even if she was awake she would barely have a chance. He was a killer. She would only be able to attempt to put up a fight.
Even the sunlight gave her no sense of security. As far as she was concerned, the day was merely a mockery to her, slowly bringing her back to her possible doom. Then, she would wake up, alive as she would even be. The sick prank would replay over and over, attempting to give her a false sense of safety. That's all she was to the world now, a marionette to toy with.
Jillian's mother had gotten her an eye mask, convinced it would help her distracted daughter. It sat on the nightstand next to her bed.
Jillian prepared herself for another long and agonizing night. She tied her long hair back in a ponytail to make it easier to brush in the morning. She pulled a segment of her bangs from the ponytail and used it to conceal part of her face. She changed out of her clothes and into her pajamas, consisting of a black tank top and zebra print pants. She threw her clothes in the hamper and sat on her bed. She then pulled the drawer of her nightstand open and snatched the bottle of pills. She took two, and followed them with a drink of bottled water that she kept beside her.
After a few deep breaths, she went in between the covers on her bed. She placed the mask over her eyes, and moved her hand to find the switch on her lap. She clicked it off, and quickly put her head under the covers. She clutched the teddy bear and blanket from her childhood, and tried to calm her thoughts. Perhaps after about an hour, she drifted into a light sleep.
Jeff had arrived at her window after she had turned the lights out. He grinned psychotically as he thought about drenching the girl of her own blood. Her skin was so pale, and it needed to be painted by a true artist, someone dedicated to their craft. Someone like Jeff.
He jabbed his knife through the newly replaced glass. He saw the body under the bed jerk up at the sound. Pathetic thing, Jeff said to himself. He watched as she settled herself back down onto the bed. She's so delusional she won't even check. Jeff hoisted himself from the tree, through the window. He gripped the handle of his knife and felt the need to kill begin to rise within him, forcing his heart to beat faster and his blood to pump harder.
Jeff laid down next to the girl in her bed, situating himself between her and the wall. He slipped his knife under the blanket and flipped it off of her.
"Wake up honey!" He screamed right in her ear, nearly spitting out the words. "You can't go to sleep before I get to have my fun!"
Jillian woke up from her attempted sleep and ripped off the mask. It was pitch black in the room, except for the small amount of light entering though her window. She could barely make out the figure lying right beside her.
Jeff chuckled in a low tone. "Let's play."
Jillian tried to get up, but Jeff already had her straddled on the bed. "Aw, are we trying to escape?" He touched the knife to her neck. "I don't think so." She closed her eyes and jerked her head to the side. He grabbed her ponytail and yanked it so that her face was facing his. "Look at me you little bitch!" He yelled. She kept her eyes squeezed shut. He growled in frustration and leaned down into her neck. He bit down on her tender flesh causing her to scream and arch her back in response. He smiled into her flesh and continued. She tried pushing him off, but he already had leverage on her and she was far weaker.
Jeff let go of her neck and got right in her face. "Open your fucking eyes!" He screamed. "Or I think I'll have a look at your insides." He brought the blade down her shirt, cutting it straight down the middle. He ran it along her stomach, making the words of his threat much more real.
"No!" She cried out. She opened her eyes and they locked with his.
Jeff would forever regret that moment
