Jillian woke up an hour later.
"You have some fucking explaining to do."
She looked up to see Jeff in the desk chair. There were now three empty beer bottles on the desk's surface. Her eyes met his and she could tell he was angry.
"What?" She asked him.
"Don't fucking what me. What the fuck was that little stunt you pulled?" He yelled at her.
"Jeff, shut up! You're going to wake the whole neighborhood up!" she hissed back. "And I have no idea what you're referring to."
Jeff leaned forward from the chair. "Oh, really now? So you can't figure out that little fucking suicide attempt you just did is what I'm referring to? That's really fucking sad."
"First off, stop swearing at me. I don't like it." she stated coldly. "Second, I still don't know what you're talking about."
"Just fucking drop it."
"Drop what, Jeff? Would you like to fill me in?" She spat back at him. He stood up from the chair.
"I really have to explain to you that I am upset at the fact that you tried to hang yourself and take your own life tonight? I have to explain that?" he got closer to her. "Don't play innocent with me. I fucking saw you. I fucking saved you. Again. How many fucking times am I going to have to save your fucking, little, pathetic, weak life?" He emphasized the last four words. "If saving you from Slendy and Jane only led you to be some psychopathic bitch, I never would have done it, seeing as it would just end up as a fucking waste anyways."
Jillian still had no idea what he was referring to, but at this point she was hurt.
Your fucking, little, pathetic, weak life.
She always had a part of her that felt that way about herself. Perhaps everyone does, but it was different to hear it from someone she cared about so much. The worst part was that she believed it to be true. At the same time, she had to process that Jeff said she tried to kill herself. She remembered nothing, but what he said did not strike her as a big surprise. She had decided that there was something wrong upstairs a long time ago.
Jillian took in a deep breath, and felt like she was suffocating. Maybe that was the problem. She had stress from school, the few friends she did have, Jeff, Jeff's family, her parents, and keeping Jeff and her parents separate. She just needed to get away was all, to a place where she could breathe again.
"You know what, Jeff?" Jillian began, grabbing a sweatshirt off the floor. "You're right. I am pathetic and weak. In fact, I'm probably just as insane as you are. Maybe more. But that doesn't give you a fucking right to yell at me like I'm some fucking child that can't defend herself or talk down to me like I'm lesser than you!" She screamed.
At the word "child", Jeff's mind flashed to the little girl that he held in his arms the first time he tried to kill her. He did not allow himself to reminisce on it because he would lose his anger, which at the moment he needed. "You're not in any position–"
"Shut up would you! I don't care if I'm not in a position to do or say something! Just leave me alone!" She yelled.
"Don't fucking cut me off when I'm talking to you!" He shouted back.
"What are you going to do? Kill me?"
The room fell silent after that remark. Jillian realized that perhaps she had gone too far, and she would have to deal with the consequences.
"Leave." Jeff said coldly, his black hair hiding his face from her.
She rolled her eyes. "This is my house. You can't tell me to leave or not. I will leave because I choose to, not because you told me to." With that, she left her room and walked out of the house, not bothering to lock the door behind her.
She did not know where she was going, but she needed to let herself have a chance to think clearly and sort some thoughts out. She walked down the sidewalk in the middle of the dark night while listening to the sound of her breathing. She eventually stopped and took in a deep breath. Instead of simply exhaling, she screamed out, trying to get everything out of her.
Back in her room, Jeff heard her scream. As angry at her as he was, he would not ignore her when she could be in danger. This girl must have a magnet for trouble somewhere in her, so Jeff jumped out the window and ran in the direction of the scream. He soon found her and grabbed the hoodie on her own sweatshirt.
"Why'd you scream?" He asked hoarsely.
"No reason, and I told you to leave me alone."
"What the hell do you want me to do?" he asked annoyed. "I hear you yell and I'm just supposed to sit here? I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
"Just go." She began, as she walked away.
"No."
"Jeff, leave me alone–"
Jeff pulled her into a hug just as he had done before with her.
"Why do you hug me when you get mad?" She asked, her voice unknowingly coated with child-like innocence.
"I can't kill you, so I guess I just squeeze you instead." He answered.
"Oh." She blushed.
"Jillian."
"Yea?"
"I love you."
