Why Me? (Jeff the killer X Reader)

Chapter 2

~Dreamscape~

I don't understand how this started, but I'm running from something in the woods. I don't even remember how I got here. I ran as, whatever I was running from, started to catch up. I don't know what I'm running from, but I don't know if I want to find out. I couldn't hear its footsteps, but I could definitely feel its presence. I bet if I turned around right now, it would be right in front of me.

All I knew is that my running would soon come to an end. These woods looked like the woods behind my house, and I knew my woods well, or should I say 'Slender's woods'.  At least that's what they called it, the people in my town. I don't know why they call it that, but the point is that I know these woods better than anybody else in my town.

And at the end of these woods is a drop off. It's not just a small 10 to 20 foot drop. To be honest, I don't even know how deep it is, because you can't see the bottom. There's fog all in it, so you can't tell. Unless you're like me and get a rock, then drop it inside. But last time I did that, I never heard it hit the bottom. In fact, in my opinion, I don't think there IS a bottom. But what do I know? I'm just a child, right?

I snapped back into reality as I almost got my head wacked off by a tree branch. I ducked just in time though. I had been running for about 5 minutes by now, and I don't think I can go on much longer, even if my life does depend on it. Which I think it does. Thank god I took Athletics and was the top in my class.

I came to a near-death stop as my feet slid against the dirt, causing a small storm of dust to form. I tried to regain my balance as I stared at the bottomless pit of doom. I almost just lost my life for not paying attention. I turned and looked behind me, only to see...

~End of dream~

I shot awake as a cold sweat made its way down my forehead and to my cheek. I wiped it away as I sat there panting for air. How could a dream feel so real? I looked around my room and noticed my window open. I thought I closed that. I sighed and stood up. I closed it for the second time and decided to head downstairs since I wouldn't be going back to sleep for a while.

I entered the kitchen and leaned over the sink as I stared at the drain. What was I running from in that dream? It couldn't be something I'm scared of, because if you knew me well enough, you would know that it takes a lot to scare me. Since Bell is a nurse and does surgery a lot, I'm pretty use to gory stuff.

Ever since 1st grade all the way up to 8th, I would walk to the hospital and into Bell/John's office after school. Bell always wanted me to do something great when I was older, especially become a nurse or RN just like her. John, on the other hand, wanted me to be just like him when he was my age. He used to be a teacher in karate. Ever since I was three he would always try teach me how to say karate and how to do certain moves.

He still teaches me to this day. Sometimes he'll jump around corners and throw a punch at me or tackle me from behind. But, since he taught me to always be cautious of my surroundings, I catch him in the act every time. I looked up at my reflection in the window above the sink and frowned. I only saw my mother in the reflection. Even though I didn't know what she looked like, I could still picture her.

Dan, the old man who works at the adoption center, told me that I looked exactly like my mother. I tried to ask him questions about my parents, but he says that it's up to me to find out about my past. I sighed before splashing my reflection in the water. I turned and walked back up the stairs to my room.

The clock read 3:00Am and I groaned at the sight of it. I sat on my bed and pulled out a tiny box that was under it. Inside of this tiny old dusty box, is one of the most valuable things in my life. I opened the box and pulled out the shiny silver necklace inside of it.

Dan told me that my mother had told him to give it to me when I turned 12. This is the only thing I have left to remember my mother. Even though I never truly knew her, but deep down inside, I swear I could spot her from a mile away just by her face. It feels like I knew my mother better than anything else in the world, yet I don't even know her name. I wanted to cry, but I knew there was no use. It was pointless. Besides, I was raised to be strong no matter what and to never show weakness towards anybody by John.

Bell always said that when times are hard, look up at the stars and they'll lead the way to hope. I always smiled when she said that. It reminded me of my mother's necklace: because of the moon. I bet my mother is just like Bell. At least I hope she is.

My eyes soon grew heavy and I decided to just give into them.