Jeff followed a man from a bar back to his house. He must have lived alone, but there was evidence that a girl had been there, mainly all the make up on the counter. He waited until the man was about to lie in his bed. As he went to, Jeff sprung from his hiding place, and held his knife to his neck. "You…you know something? The worst thing about going to bed is that…when you wake up, all your problems are still there. You get this nice break from all the bullshit of life that you have to deal with. As soon as a fucking alarm clock goes off, that's all taken away. Once you open your eyes, you can't go back to that…peaceful place until the next night comes." Jeff laughed. "That's why I burned my eyelids off… Why run away from everything around you, when you can instead stare at it forever? You need an escape from your pathetic life. I welcome the ability to stay here constantly. I don't need to escape. I became a part of it; apart of all that fucking bullshit. I am what you try to escape from when you close your eyes. I am what you try to shut away, what you try to hide from and hope that when you wake up I'll be gone."
The man struggled against Jeff, but he only pressed the blade into his neck harder. This slowly began to cut off the man's breathing.
"Why do you want to get away?" Jeff sneered. "I only speak the truth. And…and I'm doing you a big favor. Instead of just going to bed, I'm going to make you go to sleep. The difference is that when I put you to sleep…I really make it so that you never have to deal with all the pathetic bullshit ever again. The key is that no alarm can ever wake you up. No matter how much someone shakes you, how loud of a sound you encounter, or even any type of electric shock will ever make you open your eyes. When you go to sleep, all of the bad things go away. I'm helping you…don't you think?" Jeff pushed the knife until he felt blood coating over his hand. The victim stopped fighting since he could no longer muster up any strength to do so. "I'm making everything better for you. I'm making all of the negative incidents go away. You will never have to deal with anything ever again…because you can never wake up!" Jeff hissed and laughed hysterically in a manner that only a true psychopath could do. He lifted up the body and shook it, to feel the cadaver make no effort to fight him. Jeff threw the body on the bed and gutted him. He looked through all of his organs and cut them all open until the feeling had been completely satisfied.
After the killing, Jeff walked back to the little cabin in the words. He opened the door and saw that Jillian was not on the couch. He growled and walked past it to the bedroom. He was too tired to make another kill tonight, and he would want her to believe that she was safe before killing her. Once he was in the bedroom, he took off his blood stained hoodie and tossed it into a chair that sat in the corner of the room. He removed a white undershirt he had underneath it and undid his pants. Jeff moved to the bathroom to wet a wash cloth to put over his eyes and returned to his room. Right before he sat on the bed, he noticed Jillian curled up in a ball under the covers. The lights were all off, so he did not see her and it was not as though he was expecting someone to be in his bed either way.
Jeff tilted his head to the side as he watched her. She looked quite peaceful to him, and he had to calm down the feeling to wrap his hands around her throat just to destroy the calm disposition on her face. He reached up and brushed some of her air out of her face. When he did so, she stirred and turned in her sleep so that her back was to him. Jeff hissed under his breath a little and then walked back over the other side of the bed. He climbed in under the covers and placed the cloth over his eyes so that he would be able to fall asleep. The thought never really occurred to him to wake her up and tell her to fucking move.
Jeff allowed his eyes to unfocus and relaxed himself. As he was about to drift into sleep, Jillian stirred again. He lifted the cloth up and was now considering to just kick her out of the bed. However, she blinked her eyes a few times after they opened. She looked up at him and shot up from her position. Though it took her a few moments until she was able to see, she could tell that Jeff did not have any shirt on.
"What the hell? You better have something on, you pervert." She yelled at him.
"This is my bed." He said coldly.
"Still! You could have kept your clothes on."
"Again, this is my bed. You are the intruder."
Jillian got up and out of the room. Jeff got up and followed her to make sure that she was not going to leave the cabin in her unnecessary burst of anger. She did not, and just laid on the couch and closed her eyes.
Jeff sighed. "Fine. Take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."
She looked up at Jeff and realized then that he was only in a pair of boxers. "This is fine." She said quickly, then looked away and closed her eyes again.
Jeff sighed in frustration and pulled her off the couch. "Go to the bed."
"No."
Jeff glared at her. "If you don't…"
"What'll you do? You're not going to kill me." He growled and instead threw her over his shoulder again. "Put me down!" She screamed at him while hitting his back, though it was pointless. He carried her to the bedroom and tossed her back on the bed. "Go to sleep, Jillian." He said sternly before closing the door behind him and walking to the bathroom to get another wash cloth
