Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 73: Shut the door

Note:
This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore, be prepared!

In the last chapter (Chapter 71, She's here) You could choose whether to shut the door or help the little girl. If you didn't choose just yet then go back to chapter 71 and choose.

If you did pick your decision then consider all of the above not written and go on with the story!

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You decided it was best to stop and shut the door. Even though these cries broke your heart little by little, it wasn't a smart idea to go outside, in the sight of all the other killers and help a potential murderer with something you didn't know.

It could be a trap and then what?

Your rational thinking took the upper hand and you were thinking of reasons not to go. Reasons that showed you it was a trap and that you had to be careful. Reasons that made you believe you had a free ticket out of this mess.

Your heart told you to go but your mind screamed at you not to. And right now you had to listen to your mind. Repeating Jeff's words over and over again in your head you gave a deep sigh. Even if the young girl wasn't a killer like Jeff had said, what could you possibly do for her?

Jeff wasn't fond of her already, so bringing her to your room wouldn't be such a smart idea. Jeff might tear her down right on the spot. Also, don't you think it's a little peculiar that she appeared in your dreams and now suddenly is outside your room crying?

Maybe your mind is really playing tricks on you?

You slowly turned around, checking if the door was really closed properly. You had no means of locking the door, so you had to do with this and hoping the young child or any other killer hadn't seen you. Even if it was only to soothe your mind.

You walked over to the bed and placed yourself down onto it. You felt just horrible for ignoring her, for leaving her crying like that in the hallway. But as you have said before, this whole situation was just too peculiar to be a right one.

You tried so hard to convince yourself again, going through every little detail that might portray this little girl as a potential killer. That would show you that you indeed made the right decision and had to leave the child be.

It seemed as if the cries slowly became louder, as if they were roaming in your own mind. As if the little girl was lying in the bed next to you. Confusion washed over you as you turned your head toward the door. Oh, god you hoped she wouldn't be coming closer.

Or even worse, coming in!

You didn't want to close your eyes, afraid that she would come back in your dreams. With the increasing of the sound you started to get scared little by little. This wasn't normal, was it? Was she really getting closer?

By now you heard the sound clear. It was too clear for her to be outside of your door. It was more like she was crying in your ear, crying inside your own brain. Was your conscious blaming you? Was it coming up because you refused to help a small child?

A daughter of a happy family, whose parents are desperately searching for. Crying every night because their lost their only light, because they lost a thing most precious to them. Mother isn't eating, father isn't sleeping.

Ugh! Stop! You turn your body, digging your head in a pillow to drown out your own thoughts, in order to get rid of this doom scenario that is playing in your mind. Why can't you think of something else?

You try, looking outside, trying to count the clothes on the floor... But it doesn't work. Your mind is constantly pulled back, constantly dragged towards the terrible vision its displaying. You didn't know what was going on. It all didn't seem real... As if you were...