BlueBird •A Jeff The Killer Fanfic•

Chapter 4

After my shower, which was rather long, I put on my pajamas and lay in bed. How was I going to keep going? I lost everything. My only friend is dead because of Jeff. Jeff. Anger suddenly hits me. I take the sharpest thing closest to me, which happened to be a pair of scissors, and chucked them at the wall. I scream in anger. Moments later, my parents rush in.

"What happened?" My dad asks. I bury my face in my hands as my anger turns into sadness.

"Why did he have to die?" I cry. My mom sits next to me on my bed and hugs me. I get the feeling as if I'm being watched and can't shake it, yet I want to be alone.

My dad pulls the scissors out of my wall, "Next time, try pummeling your pillow, Sweetheart."

I frown. Beatng my pillow doesn't work. All it does is distort my pillow and makes sleeping uncomfortable. I have to make a physical mark somewhere. Like a hole in a wall, or maybe a broken window or mirror.

Does no one understand me?!

Stevan understood you.

Shut up!

"What happened to you at school?" My mom asks. I tell her about what happened, minus what I was drawing in my notebook and I broke into tears. Usually, I could hold tears back easily, but right now, it seems impossible.

"A-and then they tried to hurt Stevan, b-but a teacher stopped them." I finish.

"Honey, you did start it. You shouldn't have hurt the boy who took your notebook," my mom says. I look at her in shock.

"But Mom-!" I shouted through the tears.

"You have to control yourself. You can't just go hurting others because they did something as minor as taking your notebook," My mom says.

"I can't believe you're taking their side, Mom! They called me a freak!" I can't take this. My mom tries to put her hand on me, but I back away. "Go!... Just... Go........"

My mom leaves me alone after telling me something, but I didn't wanna hear it. I cried again for a while. I ignored my mom when she called me to dinner. I don't wanna eat. I lock my door. My dad calls me. Heck, my brother calls me down.

I don't care who calls me! I'm not going! Take a hint! I yell in my head. I storm over to my bed, but knock something off of my dresser. I walk over to pick it up. Tears spring to my eyes. The bluebird necklace. I hold it over my chest and a tear rolls down my face.

"Still upset?" A voice behind me asks. I almost scream, but remember who he is. I wipe the tear away before I turn to face him.

"You obviously haven't lost anyone important to you to know what it feels like," I say. Almost instantly, Jeff had his hands around my neck and my back against the wall.

"You don't have a clue about what I've been through," he spat in my face. He gripped my throat tightly. Actually, I did know, but he didn't need to know that.

"Then tell me," I manage to say, not letting my fear show. It was a skill I had learned a few years back. Jeff looked me in the eyes, then looked down and let me go. I gasped for air.

"Most people would've panicked," Jeff says.

"I'm not most people," I say once I caught my breath, sitting down on my bed.

"May I?" Jeff asks, refering to the spot next to me on my bed.

"Go ahead," I pat the empty spot next to me on my bed. Jeff sits close to me. Why am I not panicking? He killed my best friend how many hours ago? What if he still has the urge to kill?

Jeff takes a deep breath, "When I first started to kill... I- I killed my parents... I didn't know what I was doing... Then I....." He looked too choked up to continue. Why is he telling me this?

"It's okay," I say.

"No! It's not okay!" Jeff says loudly.

"Jeff! Shut up!" I shush him. "If my parents find out you're here- wait a minute, why are you even here?"
We were interrupted by my dad slamming his hand on my door, "Carla! You WILL open the door this instant!" I look at Jeff, but he was gone. I quickly pull out my phone and turn on a YouTube video.

"Yes?" I ask as if everything was fine.

"What on earth are you doing? And why didn't you go downstairs for dinner? Your mother works-" he starts.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, she slaves over an oven all day so I can eat, I've heard it all before,"

"You will NOT talk to me in that manner!" My dad shouts. I cringe back. "Now, what did I just hear coming from your room? Was someone in there with you?" He asks, looking over my shoulder.

"I was watching Youtube, Dad. Take a chill pill," I half laugh, trying not to anger him.

My dad glares at me. I fake smile and close my door, locking it again.

Are you stupid? What if he comes back? You'll be locked in a room with a killer!

If he wanted to kill me, he would've already done so.

Only because he wants you to suffer. I roll my eyes and realize I was still clutching my necklace. I put it on and turn off the lights. I lay down and turn to my side. I rest my eyes until I realize Jeff didn't close the window. I open my eyes to find Jeff standing at my bedside. I gasp and sit upright, cursing under my breath.

"What the heck, Jeff?" I ask quietly.

"I thought we weren't finished," Jeff shrugs.

"Oh my gosh..." I roll my eyes, turning the lamp on my nightstand on. "What is there left to talk about?"

"Stuff."

"Like?"

"Things."

I glare at him. "What kind of stuff and things?" I smirk.

"I don't know," Jeff shrugs and starts to climb out the window.

"Wha-? Jeff!" I say, reaching for his arm, but he was already out the window. I watch him jump and land perfectly on balance. I stare out my window with my jaw dropped for a few moments. Why does he play these games?