The Hunt (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction)

7: Phone

      When I come too, I'm laying on the floor with the two police and my parents over me. Slowly my head seems to clear of the fuzzy static as I sit with the help of the younger officer. My hearing starts to come back as well. While my head seems to clear, it's quickly replaced by a pounding headache. The older officer instructs my mother to grab me some water, which she quickly does. For once she actually looks concerned slightly. 

     She rushes to the sink, quickly filling a glass, then returning the the rest of us. She hands the drink to the officer, who hands it to me and helps me keep a stable grip while I take a drink. The water felt great going down my throat, like I hadn't had water in days. 

     "Are you okay?" The younger officer asks. 

     I nod my head, looking at him. He's no longer blurry looking, I can see clear now. I ask, "What happened?"

     "You fainted," He tells me.

     "How long was I out?" I question.

     "Only a couple seconds," He says, then asks, "Does this happen often?"

     "No, no this has never happened before," I answer.

     "Alright, well Ms. Anderson, if this starts to become a regular thing, I recommend you see a doctor. Stress can have a bad affect on the mind and body," The older officer says to me, then goes on to say, "Again, I strongly recommend you all up your security. In fact, if you would like we can get you all panic buttons, especially you." He points at me.

     The younger officer speaks next, "But you still shouldn't be afraid. The whole community is increasing security, and their will be officers patrolling the street all night. Don't be afraid to stop one if you see anything or anyone suspicious."

     "T-thank you," I mumble. 

     "Yes, thank you very much," My mother says. "We will definitely be looking into a security system. We'll definitely look into your recommendations."

     "And if there's anything else we can do," My dad talks now, "To help keep both us safe and all you, please let us know."

     When I finally make it back upstairs, I find both a message from Alex and a couple missed calls from an unknown number with a voicemail. Who the hell? Probably just some telemarketer or scammer. I decide I might as well listen to the the voicemail, I'll have to to erase it anyway. I dial up into the voicemail box, and wait for it to play.

     "Hey, Joey," His oh-so familiar voice plays from my phone- Jeff, "Beautiful, darling, princess, mine." He growls the last word. I feel like throwing up. Jeff continues, "You better not be ignoring me. I know this number is yours, Joey, I could never forget it. Just like your beautiful voice, which I already miss so dearly. I'm going to call you again later tonight, and you better answer this time. I don't want to have to punish you once I'm finally back."

     "End of message, to replay message pre-" The auto generated voice tells me. I hit end call, leaving the message on the phone. I stare at my phone, worried sick at any moment it'll begin to ring in my hand. After a few minutes pass, I realize Jeff probably won't be calling for a while and decide to answer Alex.

     "Everything okay?" The message from Alex reads. I stare at it.

     Oh how I wish everything was okay. Those people are dead because of me. I could've stopped this. If I had just done as Jeff said, then this wouldn't have happened. If I had just ignored that boy.