He lives nextdoor

You're mine

 2 MONTHS LATER

Alice was over today, trying to convince me to visit my Family's graves. But I was quite frankly, too depressed to leave my house at all the past few months. Sadly, that meant that I still hadn't visited their resting place.

Jack had done a really good job of cleaning up my house, so I thought I might try living in it again.

I faced Alice, propping myself up on my left elbow. "I don't really feel like going today." She gave me a sympathetic look through the reflection of my mirror. 

"You said that yesterday." Alice buried her head back in her nursing notes when I didn't respond. The fabric of my bed itched and smelt of bleach. I ran my hand over my wrist, thinking about the first time I ever pressed a blade to my skin.

Tap, tap, tap.

I didn't bother to look at the window. I knew who it was. 

"Jack's here" I sulked, turning over so that my back was to the happy couple, when they greeted each other with a kiss. It clearly wasn't going to be Jeff. He hadn't visited in almost two months now, even though he lived right nextdoor. In retrospect, he did seem to act strangely whenever I was around.

He'd emphasize things like "Jennifer, my FRIEND" and "Let's go do FRIEND things together." In all honesty, he was driving me absolutely crazy. I was fine with being just friends. What's wrong with just being friends? I'd also see him come home in the early hours of the morning, dripping in blood. It looked as if he'd been swimming in an ocean of it. 

"Hello, Jennifer." 

His voice ran like silk as he spoke. I tensed, realizing it wasn't Jack.

Listening to the light tread of his footsteps, I held my breath as he made his way over to me.

"Look at me, Jen."

All the humour had been stripped away from his voice, and was replaced with complete seriousness. I felt my bed dip on the side he sat on.

"Err," Alice coughed. "I think I hear Jack calling. Bye guys."

I got up to say goodbye, but Jeff's large hands grabbed at my waist, pulling me onto his lap. My vision blurred and my eyes to shut as my body grew limp at his touch.

"Are you scared?" He breathed in my ear. I was pinned to him with the force of only one arm, and a blood stained hand pressed over my mouth.

I tried to answer but was instead thrown into a sea of pillows. Jeff tood at the foot of my bed, caressing his knife while smiling at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" That was a dumb question to ask, I thought. Because clearly everything was wrong with him. He tapped his knife against his chin as if in deep contemplation, before slowly pointing it at me.

"You."

There was so sanity left in those dark, unblinking pools of horror known as his eyes. Jeff effortlessly dragged me by the ankles, from the corner of my bed that I was backed into to the middle of the bed. Pinning my arms to my sides, he whispered "We're friends, Jenny. I just want to talk." Jeff kneeled above me, each of his knees on either side of my waist.

The words practically tasted of venom as I spat them out, "Don't call me Jenny, you sadistic mother fuc-"

My sentence ended abruptly as his lips crashed into mine. Eventually, it all became too much for me. Jeff's leathery hand held my face in place, disallowing me to break the kiss. My pleas for him to stop were muffled as he deepend the kiss. My eyes started to clear, but my throat ached from Jeff not allowing me to breath. Finally, he pulled away.

"That's. Not. Talking." I gasped inbetween deep breaths. He leant in; a hot sensation ran from the bottom my neck right up to my jawline. The creep just licked me!

"You're so beautiful." He murmured into my neck, not pulling away this time. I laughed sarcastically in his face, trying to mask the suprise  in my voice. Did he really think I was beautiful?

"This is wrong." He sat up, speaking through clenched teeth while looking into my eyes. "I don't know why I can't kill you. You were so plain, yet now I can't see you as anything other than beautiful." Staying away was the hardest thing I have ever done." He grazed his damaged lips on my forehead. "I shouldn't feel like this. I'm a murderer. Murderers don't feel anything other than hate."

Gently, he placed my left hand to his chest. Evern through the thick material of his hoodie, I could feel his heart pulse at an abnormally fast rate.

"Jennifer," he cooed, staring down at me. "You're mine."