Go To Sleep

Chapter 16

Jeff the killers point of view

I didn't know what to do at that point. All I could do was smile. We stared at each for what seemed like hours, the slight metallic voice on the other end of the phone interrupting the silence as it demanded for an answer. She then fell to the ground backwards before I could catch her. Her eyes closed as her body shut down and her heartbeat slowed dramatically. I quickly grabbed the phone and hung up, putting it back in the holder. I was so happy to see her that I started to panic, she had passed out at the sight of me. Who wouldn't? I picked up her body slowly, not wanting to hurt her fragile figure. Her body rested peacefully on the red velvet blankets. I opened her eye lids with two fingers, her eye was moving around in its socket. She could be sleeping perhaps. I let her be when I noticed her even breathing. She had gained weight these couple of weeks, which made me happy. She did look a little skinny when I first saw her. Again, I kept thinking and couldn't help but to stare at her body. She seemed almost flawless to me, yet I wasn't exactly sure why. I mean, she had a bit of acne, she was chubby, and never wore make-up. I've seen way better in my years, yet, somehow deep inside me, something yearns for this 5'6 girl. I sighed and sat next to her unconscious body, watching her chest heave up and down in slow breaths, moving stray baby hairs out of her face, and touching her rather small fingers. I didn't want to harm her, the feeling was quite the opposite actually, I wanted to protect her. I got up and stretched after a couple minutes and looked around the room. I spotted random posters of bands I've never heard of before, and cartoons with big eyes and Japanese writing. There were papers on her dressers and on the floor which I curiously picked up and looked at. In the moonlight, what I saw was the same cartoons. Violet was very skilled at drawing. I nodded a little in satisfaction and poked around to find some more of her impressive work. In the top drawer of one of her dressers, was a stack full of papers filled with colorful drawings or inked in black-and-white. I recognized some from video games and T.V shows I remember seeing and playing as a kid. I had almost went through the whole stack when I came upon a drawing ... Of myself. I was posing in front of a recent kill. Blood spilling out from the blankets and under the covers where you can see half the body. There were many vivid details from my hair to my shoes. She seemed to be spot on when it came to my facial features too. I looked at her again, thinking about how much pain I had caused her over the past year. I shook my head in disappointment and moved on the the next drawing. There I was again, I was posed in a fighting position with my knife out. I looked at her again, not waiting for a response, I moved on to the next one. Again, there I was with a bloody background and smile.

"What the-" I whispered out loud as I set the stack on the floor near the window, revealing more drawings of myself. There were at least twelve. Most were colored in and inked, while others were drawn in just pencil. I stared at them intently, wondering just what was going on in her head when she drew these. After a couple minutes, I heard sirens not far off. I quickly looked out the shudders to see red and blue lights flashing off the walls of nearby houses. "Damn!" I hissed, tossing the stack of drawings back in the drawer, and jumping down the stairs. My boots hit the ground with a low THUMP, and I took off. I opened the back door and locked it behind me and started to hop over metal fences towards my car before I attracted any attention.

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