Started with a Nightmare (Jeff The Killer fan fiction)

Chapter 6

'I looked around , it seemed familiar. I knew this place. The cool ground, damp air, chilling wind. This dark place, I've been here before, but when? Then it struck me.
'Thi-this is the place from my dream. Where I saw Jeff and....where he kills me.' The thought made my skin crawl. 'Theres no getting out of here alive.'

I was frozen in thought. I couldn't comprehend it. I'm really about to do this. Well actually he is. Maybe it IS for the best though. Who really cares about me anyways? I'll be fine. The world will be fine. Jennifer won't have to worry about me anymore. No one at school would care. It'll be fine.

I walked around, observing everything, taking it all in. It was actually a nice place besides all the creepy killers that probably hang out here. It was quiet and I was alone, somewhat. However, I couldn't help but feel that I was being watched.

After a while I started getting lightheaded and couldn't think straight. My vision went fuzzy and all I could hear was a...like a high pitched noise. I couldn't see straight and I felt like I was falling. I couldn't control my own body. Something was....it felt like something was stealing my breath, sucking the air right out of my body. The noise was getting louder and louder and I heard some sort of mumbling. I finally collapsed, landing on my forearms crying, trying to catch my breath again. I started coughing like crazy and I swear there was blood. My vision slowly came back but I looked up and saw a man. A tall, tall man. In a slender suit I think. I couldn't tell but I knew him. Behind him I think I saw a small, faded pink figure. It shyly stood there with him. The mumbles got louder and louder, almost turning into a growl as he seemed to be getting closer and closer with every blink. He was just a few yards away when I finally realized that my body got up by itself and started running. Where would I hide? There's no where to run.

My vision was still fuzzed and all I could hear were those growls and static. I was ready to faint. I tried speeding up as much as possible, tried losing him somehow but he was there. I didn't even have to see him to know that he was there. I was being watched by HIM.

Still running, still crying, it's never ending. This is basically all my life had become. Running away from any problem I've faced. What else was there to do? There's no chance in hell I would ever win against something like him or anything I faced really. I was always a coward, always a wimp, always someone that put more effort into avoiding something rather than actually facing it head on. Why couldn't I do it? Why was I always so- so different? Why couldn't I just DO IT?!
I stopped in my tracks and sped around. I'm not going to flake out this time, I'm going to go for this. Why? Well I'm gonna end up dying later tonight anyways.
Something wasn't right. Nobody.....was there. I could hear again, my eyesight fine, had control of my body; what happened? I jogged over to the nearest tree to rest, catch my breath and try to take in what just happened.
"Ok. What just. What was that?" I heaved. My eyes were closed, I tried calming myself down until I felt a sharp pain in my side. I winced in pain.
"Oww!! Ow ow ow!! Oh god. Stupid-" I opened my eyes seeing him. His pale face, bloody smile, raven hair. It was him. I was going to die. Right here. Right now.
"J-jeff..." I whispered in awe. For a split second he actually looked worried but that was over shortly. He took my hand out of no where and pulled me up. We were running.

"Just shut up and run!" He growled. I knew this was coming so I calmly went along with it. Why make a huge scene out of my own death?


Those noises came back, scarier than before. They weren't just coming from around me, they were inside my head. That man was there too. My head was just flooded with images of him and what I now knew was a little girl in a pink dress. He had no face and tentacles coming from his back. They were reaching for me. The child was laughing the entire time. My head was pounding and my breath was going shallow again. The sharp pain increased and I just couldn't suffer with this anymore. It was all so real, that no-faced man would torture me, probably the same way he did to the little girl. I swiftly broke free of Jeff's grasp and just collapsed to my knees. He slid to a halt, yelling at me, commanding that I get up and run.
"Kat! What are you doing?! What's wrong with you?! C'mon we have to go! Katherine listen to me!" Most of it just sounded muffled. All I could hear were the man's faint whispers. Faint whispers and demonic laughter. I was surely going insane.

Huddled in a ball, covering my ears and crying were the only things I could do. Jeff's words were meaningless to me. I heard faint shouts and then I thought he left. I'm just here, afraid of the monster in my head.
"Leave....just..god. LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I cried. I opened my eyes just barely to see that the salty tears were now blood. A loud shriek came out of me, followed by large arms awkwardly picking up my petite body. We were running again. I didn't even fight it. If it was Jeff then I already know how this'll turn out. If its not, oh well.

I started sniffling and clenching onto my head. The ache was worse than before and all the sounds I'm my head were slurring together making one noisy mess. My breathing was unstable and I was just a wreck. I felt a hand cautiously reach my head and press it into their body. I got a better hold of them, placing my face into the crook of neck. They were warm and smelt of fresh blood. I swear some ended up on me but I didn't care, I was focused on their heartbeat. It was a lot more soothing than I expected. It calmed me down. It was all I tried concentrating on. It was steady and rhythmic, unlike mine or any others imaginable. His relaxing, heavy beat seemed to correspond with mine somehow. I lift my head to get a glimpse if this person and sure enough it was Jeff. He seemed to be running effortlessly, even while having to carry me.

He jumped around, dodging branches and roots, creating a bumpy ride for me. I ended up coughing up blood. His hand slowly rubs my head and I hear,
"Don't worry. We're almost there."

I'm almost completely calm by now, and totally forgetting the fact that I'll surely be dead at any given moment from a knife slitting my throat. For the moment all I care about is the thing that's poisoning my mind and causing me to go insane.

I cautiously closed my eyes to try and get a somewhat better idea as to what this thing looks like but when I saw it, his body seemed injured and beaten. There were rips and tears in his suit along with a small scar on his face. My eyes scanned him top to bottom then I saw the tentacles come out, those seemed tattered too. What happened to him?
Before opening my eyes I saw him- smile? A smile that came out of no where, with razor sharp, bloody teeth. It faced me and I swear to God I heard him whisper my name, just faint enough to make your hair stand on end. He wasn't going to leave me alone.
I nervously opened my eyes, still clinging to Jeff as he stopped in front of the dinky little door to a small cabin, swallowed by ivy. He walked inside, me still in his arms as he reached an old, dusty looking couch then just collapsed. It creaked and wobbled a bit making me gasp. His breathing was loud and his face covered by his greasy hair. It looked like he was in one of his bad moods. Meaning his BAD bad moods.

"Um...J-Jeff? Are you o-okay?" I asked trying to move some of the hair out of his eyes. He swiftly caught my wrist and started laughing. That wretched laugh.
"Heh. Katherine we're here." He snickered. Next thing I knew he reached for his knife, threw it across the room until it reached the wooden wall, piercing it deeply. He looked back at me, cocked his head to one side and just laughed.
"Kat you should get away from me okay? Heh- eegh. N-no matter what don't come out here. Go hide, in the house though. I'll try to stay here." He told me, struggling with his words. His tone seemed to be changing from insane to worried with every word.
"Jeff, what are you talking about?" I whispered sincerely. What's happening to him?
"Agh! GO!" He screamed. I took off to the small hall which led to one room and a 'bathroom'. I turned left, heading inside the bedroom slammed the door shut and sat in front of it, shaking uncontrollably. Everything was silent. I didn't hear anything from out there. I slowly got up but remembered what Jeff said.
'Maybe I should go out. Just to check on him. Wait..he said not to. No matter-'
A loud thud coming from the living room interrupted my thoughts, followed by screeching from metal I think and shattering glass. I heard Jeff scream then another thud. It's like when dad would get mad, he would have a tantrum and go mad. He always ended up hurting Jen and I. I didn't want to get hurt. Not by Jeff. He would end up killing me....but, isn't that what I wanted?

I shut my eyes in fear, only to see that horrid man again. He looked worse than before. He also seemed blurry, like all my internal visions had gone static-y. I heard some sort of horrendous laughter and white noise, making me even more terrified.
'I'm going to get you, darling. I will find you. Hehehee. I'm going to get you.' He whispered in my head. I know he was only in my head but he just seemed so real, I didn't want him to find me, I didn't want Jeff to go crazy, I didn't want to get hurt again.

My thoughts started going a bit...odd and my heart was pounding. I got light-headed and everything around me was spinning. It's not like what happened in the woods though, I've had something like this before, mostly when dad was fighting with Jen or yelling at me. I rushed over to the small dresser and mirror set, covered my fist with my shirt that I quickly took off and punched the mirror as hard as I could. It's shards shattered everywhere. I picked up the closest one, put my shirt back on and hid in the corner trying to soothe myself the only way I knew how. I just took the glass to my scarred wrist, and slit it. The first cut is always the most electrifying but afterwards it becomes a low, tingling soother. One by one the blood starts beading at the surface of my skin with its vibrant color. I didn't touch it or interrupt its process of staining my skin.
Tears started to fall from my face onto my bloody wrist even though I never intended on crying. That didn't stop me though. I took my time with each and every cut, let the sting replace the emotional pain and terrifying memories. I was drowning in fear but this was my relief. My air. Painting my skin with a razor became my air.
The blood was trickling off the side of my arm, falling to the old, wooden floors. A loud hit to the wall interrupted me during mid-cut, making me wince. I looked up and- and saw him. The man that wore the suit. He looked unharmed. I didn't know what to think, what to say, how to react. I didn't even think of calling Jeff. The slender man crept towards me, kneeling to face me then held my wrist. He took his other hand and ran a finger down my cuts, smearing the blood and getting some on his long fingers. He set his hand on my head as he got up, making me flinch and stood near the wall. He was drawing something. Once he finished he walked away and faced me again. I'm guessing he saw my shocked expression and tears because his head tilted to the side. Before I could say anything the door burst open. I blinked in confusion, then suddenly the man was gone. Jeff was standing in the doorway just a few feet behind the spot where the man stood. He noticed the puffiness of my eyes and quickly came over to me, setting himself on the ground too. He picked me up, setting me on his lap and hugged me with his long arms. He was warm and I could hear his steady heartbeat again being pressed to his chest. He took the blood covered glass out of my hand then grabbed my other arm, wiping the blood off with his jacket. It was white so it would end up staining later. He gently lifted up my chin so I could face him. We were only inches away from each other. He wiped away at any tears left then kissed my forehead and continued hugging me. I didn't fight it.
"You'll be okay. You'll be okay." He hushed. Those words were like a lullaby making me slowly drift to sleep in his arms.


*A FEW HOURS LATER*


My eyes fluttered open as I realized that I was still in Jeff's embrace. He was already awake, staring off into space.
"Uh..Jeff?" I whispered.
"Oh hey. Goodmorning." He replied. Was it really morning?
"Um I don't, uh, exactly remember what happened yesterday and I don't really want to, um, discuss it now I guess so could we maybe talk about that later tonight or something?" I awkwardly asked.
"Mmmmm not tonight. We're going out tonight." He told me.
"Wha- what? What are you talking about? L-like a date?"
"Haha no. Those are stupid. And apparently you have to be 'normal' to do those and we are clearly not that."
"Then...then what do you mean we're 'going out'?"
"Oh we're gonna go kill someone. Haha yeah you owe me a favor anyways so I choose that." He grinned. What did I get myself into?


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