Jeff Is My Killer (A Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Staycation

I woke up again to a gentle hand shaking me awake.

"No mommy just five more minutes and I want another ham sandwich with fries...." I mumbled in my sleep. I guess the anesthesia hasn't completely worn off yet.

"Honey wake up its time to go." I heard a voice say. I lifted my head groggily and saw my mom standing over me.

I shut my eyes again and rolled over in my hospitable bed.

"Mommy I want to stay here where It's quiet." I mumbled, my mouth face down on my pillow.

My mom sighed and with the help if my dad they pulled me out of bed and into a plastic chair.

"Sweetie we need to get going now." My mom said again. I could tell that she was loosing her patience with me.

I really didn't want her to snap so I stood up, and with the help of my parents walked out into the lobby.

"Here are your clothes ma'am." A nurse said to me, handing me a bag.

"The changing room is over there." She said smiling, and pointing to a door on the other side of the room.

My mother guided me over to the changing room, since I was still a pinch dizzy from the anesthesia. As I walked into the changing room and locked the door behind me, I took out my clothes.

The only problem was that they weren't MY clothes. Out of the bag the nurse had handed me was a white hoodie, black dress pants, and black converses.

I gaped at the bag in shock and dropped it to the floor.

This was real. All if this was happening to me. This couldn't be a coincidence any longer, even though I begged and pleaded with my mind for it to be.

As I slowly put the clothes back into the bag, folding them neatly with shaking hands, I walked back to my mom.

"Oh sweetie your still in your hospitable gown." My mom said to me, her gaze sweeping up and down from my head to my feet.

"I..I think that t..the n..nurse had given me t..the w..wrong c..clothes." I stuttered out. My whole body was shaking violently due to the knowledge that I held in my mind.

"Well that's okay everyone makes mistakes right? We'll get your clothes don't worry." My mom said cheerfully.

Oh, if only she knew what I did.