Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 62: Just talk to me

This chapter contains vulgar language!

be prepared!

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It had been seconds... Minutes... Hours? Since Jeff had attacked you. The stinging pain on the tender skin of your neck told you that bruises would be forming there. Jeff had left a while ago, standing up without saying anything and then walking straight through that door.

He hadn't even bothered to lock it up. Not that you would get far through, you were way too damaged for that. You gave a huff when you realized that you were holding your breath, your body ached each time you inhaled or exhaled.

Gathering the little strength you had left you managed to sit up, feeling a little dizzy in your head. You had no idea what just happened, what in the world this whole ordeal meant. But the only thing that mattered now was that you were still alive.

Still alive and somewhat well.

Your eyes traveled towards your hand. You hadn't got the opportunity to ask Jeff who had tended to your wounds so skillfully, but that was something for later. You were extremely tired right now. Tired from thinking and lying on the ground.

That sounds really exhausting.

But it was true. The attack had severely damaged your body and even doing something as simple as to going to the toilet proved to be quite difficult for you. Staring at the bed you decided to sleep for a while. You didn't know when Jeff was going to come back and even if he was going to come back.

But you needed sleep.

You inhaled deeply, ignoring the burning pain in your lungs as you focused your attention onto the bed. With new found determination and strength you slowly and steadily crawled towards the other side of the room. You had to stop a couple of times, catch your breath and making sure not to pressure the wounds too greatly.

You could stand up and limp over to the bed, but you doubted that you would get up in this state without anything stable to hold on to. When you were nearing the bed you could feel the sweat dripping over your head, sliding over your cheek and falling onto the ground.

That something so simple would cost so much energy was beyond your knowledge, but you waved it off. It was probably thanks to all those wounds. You placed your good hand onto the bed, slowly sitting on your knees before crawling onto the mattress completely.

You gave a loud sigh of relief once you were there, feeling the soft fabric on your skin made you instantly tired. You grabbed the covers and slowly dug under them, almost immediately falling into a deep, black hole called your own dream world.

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Your eyes opened almost automatically. As if they knew when to wake you up, when to drag you back to a place filled with equally enough nightmares. But at least the real ones didn't repeat themselves as much as the dream ones. Right now, the real world felt safer than your own dream world.

A world where you were constantly being taunted by memories, by terrible and horrible events. The worst part of it all was that they were replaying themselves, showing you just how incompetent, useless and powerless you are over and over again.

You had seen Sandy and Lola dying thousands of times without even moving a finger.

Your senses send out an alarm when you felt a presence near you, making you aware that you were either in danger or that you were going to be in danger soon. Trying to calm your instantly raging heartbeat you slowly looked over to the side, sighing a little when you saw it was Jeff, lying in bed right next to you.