Love kills (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter Six: You and Me

Chapter Six

You and Me

I sat in the back of the class. Jeff wasn't here. I wasn't having a good time. The voices had been constantly whispering in my head all morning. I had been near tears for hours. I ran a shaky hand through my hair. Dark shadows were everywhere. I didn't understand why it was so bad today. I grabbed my book, figuring it might distract my mind. Constant whispers in my head. 'Kill'. Over and over again. I stood up slamming the book down on the table. I walked over to mr. Riley's desk.

"Can I go to the restroom?" I asked. He nodded and I hurried out of the room. I found the nearest bathroom and slipped inside. I stood in front of the sink and turned on the faucet. Getting a handful of water, I splashed it on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. The front of my hair was dripping and my eyeliner was smudged a little. I looked so normal. I was just super fucked up inside. Jeff and I had gotten close in the few weeks I had known him. It seemed the closer I got to him the more I'd hear the voices. They screamed at me. Begged me to stay away from the killer I had befriended. Often Jeff would climb through my window covered in blood. So many times he had slept next to me, holding me close to him. I could get over him killing the way he did. It was his release. Like mine, he hurt. I hurt myself. He hurt others. I would see the way he would get if he didn't kill someone. His anger just built up until it got the best of him. I trusted him even if I was at the end of his knife at one point. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.

I walked out of the bathroom. The voices didn't stop, only got quieter. I decided to go to the office and check myself out. There was no way I could focus on school work with the whispers echoing through my head.

I sat on my bed after changing into something more comfortable and taking my medicine. I pulled on my hoodie and walked over to open my window. It was a habit. I looked around to find the road empty.

"You can come if you want to." I said in a normal time. About a week ago I had been shown something that I find very useful. He could hear me if I wanted him to. He had to have my blood in return. The poor boy couldn't draw it himself. Another reason to trust him. I made the cut across my wrist and watched in awe as he licked it off, the cut healing in the process. Only minuets passed before he was climbing through my window. He smiled when he saw me.

"Why aren't you at school?" He asked, laying out on my bed. I sat in the chair by my desk.

"You know the usual, voices constantly running their mouths in my head all morning." I said with a fake smile.

"Really? All morning." He asked looking at me.

"I haven't had a break from it since I woke up." I huffed rubbing my fingertips against my forehead.

"Is there something I can do?"I shook my head.

"I took my pills, it should help soon." I said grabbing my journal out of the drawer. I began writing like always.

"What's that?" He stood above me.

"Just a journal. I write in it everyday. It's one of my releases." I explained he nodded and sat back down on the bed.

"So did Marisol mess with you today?" He asked casually. Marisol taunted me from time to time. It wasn't a secret that I heard and saw things an she got a kick out of it.

"She is Marisol isn't she?" I joked. I pretended she didn't bother me. My writings said differently.

"You know I could always take care of her for you." I turned and gave him a look.

"It's fine. Karma will catch up with her." He huffed and fell back into my bed.

"That's no fun." I had gotten so used to him now that when he mentioned ending someone's life I barley batted a lash at it. I put my journal up and walked over to him. He looked up at me. I held out my hand and he took it and I pulled him to his feet.

"You've never seen the rest of my house so now is as good of time than any." I said to him. He followed me out the door.

"All this up here is just rooms. It's not very exciting." Most of the doors stood open. I walked past them all and let him look inside. I froze when he stopped at one in particular. I watched as he went inside and I followed him in.

"I though this one was locked." I said quickly. I looked around in the empty room. White walls. Wood floor. The one other thing in the room is what stood out and why it stayed locked.

"What happened." We both looked at the dark stain on the floor.

"You know how the voices are assholes?" He looked at me. "I was in this room when they told me to kill myself."

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I know it's short but, hey. It's a chapter. I hope you enjoyed this little short addition.