Staying Awake (A Jeff The Killer Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I opened one eye. I heard rhythmic beeping. i knew where I was. And I hated it. I hate the hospital when I was younger I refused to get my broken arm fixed at the hospital so they brought the supplies to my house to fix it up. That doctor HATED me. I don't hate them just because you can't leave, Ever since I can remember I have had a reoccurring nightmare of being in a hospital and my eyes began tearing up with blood and my mouth was closed. I couldn't open it no matter how hard I tried. Crimson liquid leaked in from under the door, as if it was crawling toward me. A figure crawls out of the scarlet pools and staggers toward me, it caresses my face. It clicks right there. I'm dead. I can't speak because I'm dead. The bloody character uses two fingers to shut my eyes. And they don't reopen.

*Legitimate reoccurring nightmare of mine..*

"Baby, you're awake!" My mother rushes to my side. Her red eyes tell me she was crying. "Let's go home!"

"Woah, I just woke up and they're letting us leave?"

"They said it would take about three weeks to heal it, and we could leave when you awoke."

"Three weeks? I was asleep for three weeks?"

"Oh no! You.. don't remember being awake before now?" She it her lip and looked... ashamed. "You were a bit groggy. Maybe it was all the meds. Here." She tossed me a pair of jeans and a sweater. 

I was trying to comprehend how I couldn't remember the last three weeks. I've been home for three days. There were no deaths while I was gone, but I knew it wasn't over. He wouldn't let me live.I did my best to stay locked up in my room. I put a lock on my window and stayed in bed. My parents were worried, I knew it. I couldn't help but be paranoid. He could be anywhere. Watching. When it was dark out, I swear I head his familiar deep cackle. 

Maybe I was going insane. I had a killer after me. I felt a rush of feeling. Maybe i was being conceded. He wouldn't honestly waste his time on me. i bet he already moved on to a new state. Gave up. Went to torture another family. Maybe I was safe. I shakily got to my feet. I stretched and headed to the door. 

"Ahg!" A sharp pain hit the small of my back. I flung around to see.. no one. On the floor lay the lock on my window. Well, the lock on my floor. I started breathing heavily and rushed to my window and relocked it. I was scared. I was so scared. Shouldn't I be?

"Trying to lock me in? All you had to do was ask me to stay."

I turned ever so slowly. H-He was there.Jeff The Killer. But how? That's impossible! He was feet away then suddenly I could feel his breath on my very flesh. It smelled metallic like blood. I didn't push him back. I felt hypnotized. I blinked and let out a shaky breath. I had been holding it in unwillingly. He pushed me violently on my bed. I was terrified. He pulled out his knife and brushed it on my cheek. It was cool and soft. he used his dry bloody fingers to close my eyes gently. "Go To Sleep Delilah." Then  was dead.

I stretched my arms above me and groaned. I really needed that sleep. Even though I basically slept for three weeks straight. Wait.. I was waking up. He didn't kill me? I KNEW it wasn't a dream. My eyelashes were crusted together with blood. I looked into the mirror above my dresser. My cheeks had blood smeared all over them. I assumed his blade was not clean. I opened my bedroom door and my father was in the bathroom across the hall. 

"Morning Sweetie." he was gazing into the mirror and shaving. He started to turn his head towards me and I hurried to slam the door again before his eyes met mine. I had blood all over me. What would he think. Knock Knock Knock. "Sweetie? Are you okay?" He sounded worried. "Open the door."

"I'm fine. I just feel sick." It was weird hearing my voice.. It had been awhile.

"Open up."

"She's fine, Daddy." A deep voice cooed from behind me. I tried to keep calm. If he didn't kill me last night, he wouldn't do it now, right?

"Who the Hell is in there, Delilah?" My father's voice was stern.

"Hmm, I wonder." Jeff The Killer laughed sarcastically and I whimpered. "Awh Lilly don't cry. I'll save you from the bad man."

I felt a jolt of confidence explode. "You're the bad man you disgusting freak."

"A bit of energy in you now. Finally." He winked and smiled wider than humanly possible.

"Delilah Open."

"Lilly, come with me."

I sighed, "Dad I can't. And stop calling me that, creep."

"Lilly."

"Delilah, Open please!" My dad sounded as i he was begging. Begging me to live. I wasn't scared of dying right now, though.

"Uhg, Way to drag this out." Jeff grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him, lifting me up and jumping out the window. I closed my eyes and screamed. It was touching me! Not just Jeff The Killer, not just his clothes, his flesh. It was leathery and warm almost. I couldn't stop screaming. We landed safely somehow, I knew it, but I couldn't stop yelling.

"Delilah shut up you useless brat!" He put his hand over my mouth and I flinched. Ew. Dried blood.

"Put me down, Shrek!"

"Oh you want me to carry you like Shrek?" He flung me over his shoulder and i started hitting his back. He mocked me, faking sounds of pain.

"I hate you." I sounded calmer than I thought.

"I hate you too."

"Then why would you take me with you?" 

"A sidekick. If you were brave enough to survive an attack, I guess you're worth it."

"A sidekick in what?"

"My profession."

"Excuse me?"

"My line of work. Murder."

I coughed and kicked him in the chest with my bare feet. It wasn't much, but It was enough to let him drop me. I started to run away. I clutched my arm. It really hurt. I ran until I felt like I was floating. I thought I lost him until I was tackled. Jeff sat on my back and pinned me down. "Don't. You. Dare. To. Even. Try. I can and will kill you."

I growled and struggled. "Do it!" 

He pulled out his knife and raised it, ready to stab me in the back, quite literally. I was scared but I wouldn't show it. He started to chuckle and I turned my head as much as possible. He had cut into his own flesh, tearing down his own wrist. He looked like he was committing suicide. He jumped off of me and ran away, laughing the whole way. His sick laugh. His creepy smile. The last I saw he turned into a neighborhood. I struggled to stand up. I head a piercing scream and a sick sick laugh louder than ever. A Poor innocent woman. No.

I ran as fast as possible, a sudden adrenaline rush. I was no where near as fast as Jeff, but still fast. I followed the screams and in the middle of the road Jeff stood over a young girl about my age. I knew her as Anabel. She went to my school. I hadn't seen her since school got out. I didn't know how to stop him so i did all I could. "Jeff!" To my surprise he turned. I sprinted at him and jumped on his back. "Get off of me, Lilly!" He squirmed and I managed to get him to the floor. I hated that he called me Lilly. It reminded me of-

"Get off!"

"Run Anabel!" She was already out from under him and sprinting when I yelled. 

"Lilly please, dear, get off." Jeff sounded.. polite. Nice even.

I was too puzzled to reply. When I was distracted he managed to get me off. He chuckled at me and gently set me on the ground before walking away.

My day was all over the place. It seemed like some rushed story a bad author wrote. I began limping home. I didn't recognize the area. Jeff must have run really fast. I sighed and a faint engine pulled up beside me. 

"A- Are you okay, miss?"