Escape the Sanity

Why don't you love me?

Chapter 11: Why don't you love me?

Jeff had come back home from satisfying his killing needs. He had brought home something special for Emily as a 'thank you' gift for staying with him for this long.
" Emily! Where are you?" Jeff yelled across the hallway. He opened door after door to try and find Emily, was she hiding from him? Or was she simply just planning a sneak attack? Jeff giggled at the thought of her trying to scare him; How cute would it be, and how cute it'd be to watch her try and be scary. Jeff continued to search for his beloved but still had no hint on where she might be.
He walked into their room and searched around worried and a little bit upset." Where is she? Did she sneak out again?! Oh god, I hope not." Jeff said to himself. Then he stumbled upon a small journal that he found sticky out of the mattress. He picked it up and opened it. He saw a folded up piece of paper taped inside the journal; he ripped it off and opened it up to a drawing. The drawing had two young girls one in a pink dress and one in a white dress tainted in red spots, blood. The white dressed girl had a knife in her hand, staring down at the other girl who was lying dead on the ground facing the sky. The murderer had a wide grin on her face almost like a smile of pleasure of what she did, and her teeth weren't just ordinary teeth, oh no, they were sharp and deadly looking teeth almost like a demons, and her eyes weren't the same; they weren't very human-like they were wide with small black pupils and black circles surrounded them as she stared at her victim. The scenery of the drawing was a dark forest and the only light that was shining was from the dead girls flashlight that she had pointing at the sky, exposing them both. On the back of the drawing it said," tainted in my own blood."
Jeff put the drawing on the ground and opened the journal back up. He started reading through the journal; this is Emily's thoughts and feelings he's reading, and he didn't like what he was reading. He got to a page where everything was written in blood, Capitalized, and it said " HELP ME IM IN LOVING HELL." Jeff was stunned to see this written by his own love, his own beloved.
Jeff turned to the last page where she talked about finding a video camera and hid it in the closet. He dropped the journal and ran straight to the closet looking through every single box, drawer, pocket, and whatever was in there. He finally found it, turned it on, and watched her recordings that she made-there were only two.
" Day sixteen, week two. I don't know how much more I can take here... I'm losing my mind, I can't sleep, I can barely eat now because of the smell and horrid thoughts of the dead bodies piled up upstairs. My arms won't stop bleeding... I can't stop opening them up, I want to feel a different pain and different emotions than this! Why me? Why did he have to take me?!" She yelled as she shook the camera as then dropped it. Jeff heard in the background crying and sniffling and then the camera skipped to the next video. This time she was smiling and giggling." Day seventeen! Week two. I caught someone trying to sneak into the window! And I slit their neck thinking it was Jeff. It's okay though! Nobodies gonna know he's gone! It's all okay..." she started laughing madly, but then it faded into crying and she covered her eyes." No dammit! It's not okay! I just killed an innocent man, and I'm covered in his blood! Oh god! I can't even-" she got cut out by her crying-" I have to get away... I have to get out of here before people start figuring out what I've done! I'm totally going to hell." And that was the end.
Jeff put the camera down and
-although he had a smile carved on his face-he was frowning. Did she really not like it here? Did she really hate him? All this time Jeff thought he was making her happy, but in the end he was only making things worse for her. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed and let a few tears rolled down from his eyes-although it burnt he didn't care. The pain from his broken heart was enough to make him cry." If I can't make my woman happy-" he pulled out his knife from his hoodie-" then no one can..." Jeff wiped the tears from his face, and smiled with sadness. There's only one way to make her happy, and that way involves murder.

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Emily came out of the closet after hiding from Jeff. She slowly stepped out and looked around, the coast was clear. Emily made her way down the hall and towards her bedroom where she would make her escape; she opened a window and inhaled the nightly breeze that flew around her. She looked down to see how far up she was and if it was safe to jump down and run. When suddenly she heard a noise from behind her; she disregarded it has an hallucination and began to crawl out the window. But then, a pair of hands grabbed her by her waist and threw her on the ground. Jeff.
Emily fought back as Jeff tried to stab her with his blade; he pinned her down and inhaled heavily with fierce and heartache. Emily's heart sank down to her stomach.
" Why Emily?" Jeff asked." Why do you make me do this? Why don't you love me?"
" Because your a fucking psycho!" Emily yelled trying to break free from his grip. But Jeff still had her pinned down.
" Emily... I love you, I love you more than I love killing." Jeff huffed with anger and grief at the sight of his beloved. Does he have the courage to kill her?" But now... Now I see that you don't feel the same! You've broken my heart!" He raised his knife and aimed straight for her heart. Emily was in shock and couldn't move all she could do was lay there, cry, and beg for mercy.
" Please Jeff don't kill me! I'm sorry Jeff I'm really sorry! Please spare me!" Emily cried out and hid her face behind her hands and sighed." If your gonna kill me... Please make it fast so I don't feel anything."
Jeff smiled widely at her death offer. He plugged the knife straight to her heart... But stopped himself right before the blade touched her. He looked at her once again, and cried. He dropped the knife, got up off of her, and pinned himself forward against the wall; crying. Emily opened her eyes and uncovered her face; she looked at the knife and then at Jeff and back at the knife again; she knew she couldn't kill him after he just spared her, she's not that heartless. Emily picked up the knife and walked towards Jeff- who was still crying- and placed her hand on his shoulder. Jeff turned his head and looked down.
" Emily... Why?" Jeff asked.
" I don't know. I thought I was ready for death, but after realizing everything you've done to keep me alive... I realized I was wrong."
" No-" Jeff said-" you were right. I shouldn't of kept you here, you don't belong here!" Jeff cried and ran out of the room, leaving Emily along with his blade and traumatized.

Later that same night Emily was sitting in the living room worrying about Jeff. She hasn't seen him in almost an hour, what could he be doing? She decided to be tough enough to go and find out. Emily ran upstairs in search for Jeff; kicking down door after door, and searching in every possible hiding spot there was in the room. Then she came across one last door that she thought was a closet- wrong- the door led to the attic that she had no idea about. She kicked the door down and ran upstairs with a flashlight in her hands and nothing else." Jeff! Jeff are you up here?!" Emily called out. In the background she heard her own echo, and what sounded like moaning. She walked slowly towards where the moaning was, and paused when she saw Jeff turned around without his hoodie. He had on a black t-shirt and was buried in his knees crying and moaning.
"J-Jeff? what are you doing?" Emily asked quietly but loud enough for him to hear.
Jeff turned around." Like you care." He said angrily and sniffled." You don't care about me, nobody does. That's why I killed them all, that's why I did all this... Those kids, those damn kids are the reason why I'm like this!" He yelled quietly with fury in his voice. Emily backed up a little." But now I see, I see that all along you were just like them! You want me dead." His voice cracked up from tears.
Emily examined him for a moment.
She realized that he was bleeding.
" Jeff! Your bleeding!" She pointed out.
Jeff angrily turned around, revealing his cuts and face." I'm always bleeding! Look at me! My eyes are even bleeding! It hurts Emily it really hurts. But I'm just a crazy-ass motherfucker who knows nothing! Insanity is what I have! I fucking love what I do, but not as much as I love you. So go, leave, like you always talk about in your diary and videos. Leave like the rest of them." He turned away hiding his tears from her.
Emily dropped her flashlight and stepped forward to Jeff." What are you doing? Go!" Jeff yelled.
" I'm not leaving." Emily said to his face. Jeff paused.
" I'm not leaving, Jeff. I told you that I was wrong for doubting what you've done for me to survive. I think I owe you for that." Emily said to him. She leaned in closer to him until their noses were touching.
" How're you gonna pay me?" Jeff asked stepping back against the wall.
" By staying here... With you."
Emily pressed her lips against Jeff and started kissing him, Jeff- of course- kissed her back. He wrapped his bloody-cut up arms around her shoulders and let her take over of his mouth and mind. Was this real? Or was she playing a trick on Jeff? Either way Jeff didn't care, as long as she was by his side nothing truly matter. Unless she tried to leave him, again, like today. Jeff didn't want this moment to end, but sadly she started drifting off to sleep on his shoulders. He carried her to their room and laid her down." Sweet dreams," he said,
" Don't worry about the dead guy... Ill take good care of him."