Staying Awake (A Jeff The Killer Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I heard the faint beeping. The smell of sanitation filled my nose. I opened my eyes to pure white vision. The objects in sight turned clearr. I was stuck on a hospital bed, no words would come out. The white room was now filling with the contrast of deep red on white floors. The blood wasn't on it's own this time. It was trailing a red figure with a white face and a big red smile. The blood dripped from his hands, his face, his smile. I noticed the blood retreating, Jeff's clothes were instantly clean. His black hair faded to a soft brown, grease gone. His skin tanned and retained moisture. I tried to sit up, run, do anything! I was stuck. Finally, The carved smily scars faded. His chelsea grin was gone. Jeff was beautiful.

I suddenly opened my mouth. I could speak. Something was changing. He came to my bedside and softly said, "Wake up."

My eyes shot open and I sat up. I glanced around myself. There were dirty pea green walls and I was on a ripped tan couch that was basically pulled from the 80's. Believe it or not, the bad dream turned good was worse than just a bad dream. I saw a few dried blood spots on the linoleum floor. I assumed Jeff brought me here. I don't even know how i got on a first name basis with him. Saying "Jeff the Killer' all the time was too hard. I made myself act calm. If I showed how scared I really was i would become more scared.

"Jeff?" I did my best not to stutter. I heard a deep, deep growl. I pulled my feet off the ground and curled into a ball on the couch. "Who's there?" My voice got a bit higher at the end. More growling.

"Spot. Stop." I heard Jeff's voice and the growl turned into a whimper. I saw a large shadow in the doorway and a giant Newfoundland Mountain dog came out. Followed by a clean-er Jeff. 

He came and plopped right next to me, bringing down the wall I would like between us. "You have a dog. Named... Spot?" I couldn't help but giggle. 'Spot' did not fit that dog.

"Well I was planning on the name Lucifer, but a shorter name would be better." He let out a breathy laugh and half smiled. I noticed His chealsea grin wasn't bloody. It was just scars. Did he put makeup on them every day or what? 

"Why are you staring at me?" he shifted uncomfortably and I felt my face go red.

"Why did you kill my Dad?" I remembered the bloody bodies on my floor.

"He was figuring it out."

"Figuring what out?" I scooted back from him, a bit frightened. 

"Nothing." He scooted towards me, even closer than we were before, nearly touching. He raised his hand and brushed my hair with his fingers, never breakking eye contact. I tried to stand up, run away, anything but be here. He gripped my hair in a ball and tugged me back. So what? He was going to rape and kill me?

"Stop." I sounded stronger than I was. I guess he thought so too. He let go stood up and walked away. I heard him hit the wall and I heard the shattering of drywall. I heard rustling of drawers and then a grunt of accomplishment when he found whatever he wanted so badly. Then the scraping of metal hit my ears, back and forth in a steady rhythm. He was sharpening a knife.

I heard the scraping getting closer. I stumbled to my feet and ran, tripping over myself. I didn't know where the door was. I had no idea where I was. If i was even close to town. I finally saw what i assumed to be the front door I heard a growl. Not a dog. A human. He must have seen i wasn't in the room anymore.

I rustled the door knob. It was locked. From the outside? This wasn't the way he enters. He must come in a window or something. The footsteps grew louder and I crawled into a hole in the wall It was an insolation pocket, with no insulation.

I was able to stand up as long as I sucked in. Times like these that I'm glad I'm bony. I peeked through a crumbling hole to see him. He held his gleaming knife. I covered my mouth to keep in the cries. I saw his head start to turn my way so I Moved my head away as fast as possible.

It was dark. I looked to my side into the darkness. My eyes adjusted as I looked harder. 

I almost screamed and I bit down on my tongue so hard i tasted bloood. There was a dead rotting cop, his head towards me. His eyes were open and the only way I knew he was dead was because of the smell. I recognized his face. He had been chasing Jeff and I earlier. I felt hot tears on my cheek and i turned back to the hole. I didn't see him. I saw his knife had been carelessly droppen to the floor. I knew i had to shimmy out and get it. I turned my head away from the cop and towards the opening and really screamed. There was Jeff, right beside me. I ran into him when i turned and he smiled a bit.

"Whatcha doin'?" He grinned and seemed to find himself hilarious. I tried to push him and get past and it did not phase him. He didn't even have to push back. He just sat there and laughed uncontrollably he threw his head back he kept laughing until I wore myself out pushing. I felt dehydrated from crying. 

Jeff grabbed my hand and I flinched, pulling back. Jeff stopped laughing and frowned at me putting him hand out. I sighed and reluctantly put my hand in his hard fleshy one. He wrapped his fingers around my hand and gripped as he pulled me out of the hole.

He didn't let go until we were back at the couch. I made no progress with my escape attempt. I sat and he followed. he kept his space this time and put his head in his hands. He seemed upset. I eyed him nervously.

"Delilah?" 

"W-what?"

"Why did you try to leave me?"

And that's when I knew it. I wouldn't be leaving for a long time.