Go to Sleep: The Origin of Jefferson Gray

Go to Sleep

Author's note: I just wanted to give a huge thank you to my friend Yandere-Jilli-Chan for giving me a shout-out in her book, Don't Cry Tonight, I Still Love You, Demon. It's an awesome Black Butler fanfiction, and I highly recommend it. We love ya, Jill!

Jeff was in his hospital bedroom, IV's stuck in his arm.  His face was covered in bandages, his white hoodie replaced with a hospital gown. The only thing that could be seen through the gauze was one green eye. Mostly it stared at the ceiling. During his time there, Jeff's family was staying with him, and occasionally his friends had visited, including Toby and Angela. Jeff hadn't said a word ever since the doctors stitched the scars on his cheeks and applied the gauze onto his face, which suffered a combination of first, second and third degree burns. 

"Jeff...hang in there, man..." Toby had sobbed, sitting by his bed one day. Kate was there, too, sobbing into her hands. Jeff wanted nothing more than to reach out to them, to hold them in his arms and tell him he loved them. But he was still too weak physically. To Jeff's surprise, he heard the smug, baritone voice of Gabe Taylor, Toby and Kate's piece of shit father. The second he did, Jeff wished he could have grabbed one of the surgical knives the doctors had to cut that drunken, abusive, cowardly cunt from ballsack to stomach, rip him open....ah, how blissful it would be, Jeff thought, to see the terrified look on Gabe Taylor's dying face as his organs plopped into a pile, blood covering every inch of the hospital bedroom, splattering on everybody's face. 

A dream that Jeff was quite fond of was one where he was with his mother. Ms. Gray had a flamethrower in her hand, and she threw a machete to Jeff. In Jeff's dreams, mother and son dealt death whenever and wherever they wished. Everybody in their path were millions of Keith Spesers. 

"Take them out, son!" Ms. Gray called, already getting to work by setting one on fire. 

Hatred flowed throughout all of Jeff's very body, making his brain beat like his heart. Jeff wrapped his hands around Keith's scrawny neck as tightly as he could, laughing as he saw the cunt's face turned red, then blue, then purple.

"This is for my father!" Jeff bellowed.

 Keith was wheezing, feebly trying to pry Jeff's hands off of his bleeding throat, which only made Jeff angrier. With a roar, Jeff carved one of Keith's cheeks, then the other. Laughing even harder, Jeff  slowly stretched Keith's waist. Screaming shrilly like a frightened little girl, Keith kicked and screamed as Jeff started to remove the coward's lower half off. At long last, with a delightful crunch and a beautiful shriek of pain that carried on for miles, Jeff tore Keith Speser in half with his bare hands. After his mother burnt Keith's body with her flamethrower, Jeff proceeded to feast upon his cooked corpse. 

Every time time the dream ended and Jeff woke up, he grew angrier. 





Jeff's last day at the hospital was there at last. Draco sat on the couch next to Jane in the hospital room, holding his brother's hand, his red eyes growing misty. Jeff's pale hand clutched onto Draco's tight.

I should have just let those fucks take our money, Draco thought bitterly. This is all my fault.

Jane was looking at a comic book, but she wasn't really reading it. She kept thinking of their father in the next room, unconscious, hooked up to IV's. Yes, Detective Gray was still alive, but Jane couldn't get the image of his bleeding stomach, the knife coated in his blood, Jeff burning alive. It was....it was like a nightmare in real life. That was the best way it could be described. 

Alexa sat right by Draco, sobbing into his shoulders as she looked at her brother's bandaged face, seeing him and their father hooked up to life support machines. 

"It's gonna be okay, Lexy.", Draco whispered in a shaky voice. 

"How do you know?", Alexa sobbed. "Nothing has ever been okay for Jeff. Not one fucking thing. And...and now..."

Unable to finish the sentence, Alexa sobbed even harder. Tears leaked from Jane's bright green eyes. 

Meanwhile, the kids' aunt, Rebecca, was in Bruce's hospital room. She was a tall woman in her  mid thirties with fair skin, black hair and blue eyes, wearing a red flannel shirt and blue jeans with Reeboks.

Bruce Gray was laying in his hospital bed, sleeping, his wounded stomach heaving with each breath he took. The paramedics had removed the knife and stopped the bleeding, but the damage was already done. He was in an induced coma, and it wasn't clear when or even if he'd wake up. Rebecca looked at her brother, laying in the hospital bed. She felt numb. It didn't seem real seeing her little brother like this. Rebecca did everything in her power to keep herself from tearing out her own hair and screaming until her throat tore. 

He's been through enough because of that psychotic bitch, Rebecca thought to herself bitterly. This is just life throwing another bucket of shit at him.

In the room with them was Dr. Halloran. He adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, and looked grimly at Rebecca.

"Well, Ms. Gray, it seems that we'll have to keep Jefferson and Bruce overnight. That way we can fully let them heal.", he informed her. 

"But doctor, we don't have money to keep them both overnight! I spent my whole paycheck to keep Bruce here, I don't have anymore to spend on Jeff's hospital funds. I gotta save what little cash I have to get the kids food!", Rebecca protested.