When It Rains Blood (Jeff The Killer Horror, Romance)

A Freak Or A Friend? Chapter Eleven.

((This one is confusing because last chapter was BUT ITS NEEDED FOR THE STORY LINE! I’m REALLY sorry but I have to go against one of my writing rules /.\ I…have to make this…mushy –cries- I'm so sorry.))

Chapter Eleven

 

 

A Freak Or A Friend?

 

 

 

I was in a daze as I scanned the room. Everything swirled and turned and I was starting to feel sick. I sat on a clean bed in the middle of the room, but that was about all that was clean in this room.

Blood coated the flood and walls and tools of all types laid out acrossed the floor. I swung my legs off the bed and slid off the bed into the wood floor. I stood and immediately sat back down. My head was throbbing and I couldn’t stand anymore.

There was one window beside the bed and surprisingly it wasn’t shattered to bits. The black drapes were pulled back, but all I could make out were trees and darkness. There was a small desk with tools on it at the end of the bed; along with it, there was a bloody chair with metal restrains on it. Leading from the chair was a trail of blood that led to what I think was a closet.

My mind did flip-flops at the thought of what was going to happen to me.

The sudden sound of crashing and screaming came from bellow me and a knife shot through the wood next to me. I couldn’t move or scream I just stared at the knife. It was clean, so much so that I could see my own reflection. I looked like a car had hit me.

My white hair was now stained red in places and my clothes were ripped and bloody.

So much blood…why is there so much blood? I rolled down on my side and curled into a ball. The cold wood floor was strangely welcoming considering I was probably about to die.

Yeah that’s right. I'm just going to accept it now. I'm going to die.

“DAMN YOU JACK!” Jeff screamed bellow me as stomping came from the hall outside the door of the room. The knife was stuck in the floor for only a moment before it was yanked out. Following that, were two loud door slams that shook the floorboards. I moaned and tucked my head between my legs.

Someone was in the room now. I could hear his faint panting, but I still sat unmoving on the floor.

Maybe I can just fade away into nothing right now. I thought to myself.

Faint footsteps made their way to me. I rolled my eyes up to Jack, who looked as much a mess as I did.

“Get up.” He growled at me.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t move anything anymore; I was numb.

He mumbled something that sounded like. ‘I hate you, Jeff.’ and crouched down next to me.