Blood Red Boy (Jeff the killer bxb)

Chapter - 18

Oliver's POV

I sat on the edge of my bed. I was starving, not only for food, but also for attention. I wanted Jeffs hands to embrace me and tell me it was all a bad dream. I looked at my nightstand right down at my old razor blade. I lost control of my thoughts so i picked it up and mad a small mark on my wrist. I watched the blood stream out. For some reason it feels like when I do this the bad spirits and thoughts flows away with the blood. The marks on my body is a sign of survival and I'm proud. I made another mark on my wrist, this time deeper and now more blood where streaming onto the withe sheets. "Maybe this is all just a bad dream. A bad fucking dream." I whispered to myself.

I realized that I've made almost five cuts now so i put my razor down. I wrapped my arm in bandage so the bleeding would stop. I sat down at my bed again and stared into the wall. I haven't left this room in almost a week. Sally comes to give me food and water sometimes so i guess I'm alright... I almost fell asleep in a sitting position, but a loud wolf-ish sound woke me up. The dog or wolf was howling for it's life and I dearly wonder why.

Jeff's POV

I was walking around the house without purpose. Everything was useless, nothing got me excited anymore. Not even the thought of murder. I danced like a dead doll through the living room. Me stare was fixed on the window that led to the backyard. Smile dog was there, lurking around for some reason. I grinned and walked out of the living room and out into the yard. "Well, hello there..." I said with a deep voice. I walked over to the dog and looked down at him with big crazy eyes. 

Without Oliver I was the monster I used to be. The voices are back and the trail of blood is calling me as ever. I got my knife and walked closer. "Let's play a game... Let's play murders." I said and dog looked up at me with concern in his eyes, but his smile was too cheeky and cocky to resist. I stabbed the dog in the shoulder and it howled in pain. I turned the knife around and laughed while the dog was squirming on the groaned in pain. 

I left the dog alone outside to die alone hopefully, I didn't need him anymore. I walked inside with some blood on the sleeve of my white hoodie. I pushed my hair out of the way. "SALLY!" I screamed kicking the sofa over in the living room. I heard the front door open and close, my guess is that she ran away. She saw what happened to Smile and she is to ego to save any other than herself.

I walked up the stairs and down the hallway. I lazily knocked on Oliver's door. My grin was as wide as ever and my eyes were almost blind. "OLIVER! I K-KNOOOOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" I said while banging my fist on the door. "I .. I JUST WANT TO... TO TALK YES!" I kept banging my fists on the door intil i heard a low cry from the inside. 

Oliver's POV

I heard him, walking up the stairs. Clearly angry. That's why i heard smile howl in pain. I gritted my teeth and heard the steps come closer to my door. I looked at the corner of my room and tears started forming in my eyes. I promised my self that i would die happy. If Jeff kills me then i can never be happy. I watched the door as Jeff slammed his fists against the woodwork. He screamed and i became dizzy. "Jeff?" I asked as I fainted on the floor with a loud bang. I saw the door open and Jeff was furious until he saw my weak body lying half naked on the floor, now bleeding from my wrists. 

Jeff's POV 

Oliver was lying on the floor, he was dying. No matter how angry I was I felt like I had to help him. I pulled him into my arms and putting him in the bed. "OLIVER!" I screamed and his eyes flickered, but close again with a smile. "Jeff." He said, he sounded so peaceful, but it all was i lie i could tell. He was terrified of dying and I could see it. I took my hoody off and wrapped it around his wrists. "Don't you die on my now." I whispered while nursing him. I lifted him up and ran down the stairs and out of the house. Right now Oliver's life was much more important than my identity. I ran and ran until i saw the hospital. I slowed down and walked inside. Two nurses quickly ran up to us and took Oliver out of my hands. I watched him as they took him to somewhere else. I hated hospitals, but at the same time loved them. I loved the fact that they gave me this beautiful face, but at the same time: they took my sanity.