The Killer In Me (Jeff the Killer) COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty

Skylar's POV

I sit on my king-sized bed, my knees tucked to my chest and rocking back and forth slightly. Tears stream down my cheeks and sobs quietly escape my lips.

It can't be true.

This isn't happening.

I want to go home.

It had been around 2 hours since I woke up from my unconscious state. I remember everything vividly. No one had come to see me, which I was partly thankful for. I just wanted to be alone, and to go home.

It can't be true.

This isn't happening.

I want to go home.

A small knock came from the door and my eyes snap in the direction. I shake my head and snuggle my head into my knees. The door opens and I could tell it was Shadow. The room was silent.

My mind is filled with so many emotions. But what surprised me the most was that, I'm more angry than anything.

I'm angry that this secret has been kept from me for nearly 18 years. I want nothing more than to go home and forget this all happened.

I want to leave this horrible place. I want to return to Slender mansion. But most of all, I want to see Jeff.

Fuck, that was corny.

A large hand was placed on my shoulder and I immediately repelled, scooting away from Shadow.

"Don't fucking touch me." I growled, glaring at Shadow. He frowns but continues to advance on me.

"Skylar-" He started.

"Shut up. Just shut up." I interrupt, not wanting to hear anything more.

He groans and sits at the end of my bed. "Look, I know everything that's going on right now is confusing, and hard to understand but you need to suck it up and face it. Sorry to be so harsh I guess but just get out there and learn the truth. Isn't that what you want, Skylar?" He persuades.

I look up, my eyes no longer red and puffy, but more determined.

"Fine." I grumble.

"Right. Well, let's go then."

And with that, we started walking out of my room.

"Wait, Shadow. If you already know everything, then why don't you just tell me?" I ask, anger boiling up inside of me once again. He stops and turnsto me, his red eyes staring into my blue ones.

"Uh- well I guess I could." He hesitates.

I nod and grab the desk chair from my room for Shadow to sit and then I take a seat on my bed. Shadow clears his throat, ready to start.

"Well, I guess it all started when you were around 2 or 3 years old. John Martinez, whom you believed was your father, wasn't really. Obviously-" Shadow continues to explain the details.

My face changes from an angry expression to confused many times. It was only then, as Shadow told my story, that everything began to add up. Tears rolled down my face.