I Can't Sleep (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Chapter 1: Leave Me Alone!

A/N: Please read the Prologue first. There is some important information in it that will help you understand the rest of the story. Thanks.

I ran as fast as I could, trying to get away from Jeff. I'd lost count of my footsteps. I looked behind me and saw him still following me.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed. Then I tripped over a rock. I slammed face first into a tree. Jeff grabbed me and flipped me over. I stared up at him in fear.

"Please," I pleaded. "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything!"

"Go to sleep," he whispered, before kicking me and knocking me out.

- - - - - - - -

I opened my eyes and found myself laying on a hardwood floor. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. I was in a cabin that looked like nobody had been in it for a long time. Oddly enough, there was a motor lift in a corner.

"So, you're finally awake?" a voice said. I whirled around and saw Jeff sitting in a chair. He took his hood down. I was shocked. He had long black hair that was tangled and fell around his face. He had a smile carved into his pale cheeks and dark marks around his unblinking eyes. Anytime he moved his mouth, the scabs tore open and blood would leak out.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"What exactly do you want?" he said.

"Please don't kill me," I said.

"I'm not going to kill you," he told me, standing up and flashing his knife. "At least not now."

I backed away. He paused before kneeling in front of me.

"Why did you call for me if you didn't want to see me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

"I-It was a dare," I blurted.

"Aw, and here I thought that it was because someone wanted an autograph," he said with a laugh. "I was actually surprised when you did that little trick with the pocket knife."

Then he lifted his arm in front of my face. Fresh blood coated the sleeve where I'd stabbed him.

"It still hasn't stopped bleeding," he added.

"I'm sorry. Please, let me fix it for you," I said, hoping that he would let me go if I did something for him. He stared, blankly at me for a moment, before he stood up. He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me across the cabin. I kicked and flailed. Jeff stopped and punched me in the face.

"Quit squirming," he said as he continued to drag me on the floor. He dropped me in the small bathroom. "Get the kit."

"You don't have to be so cruel," I muttered as I got up. "Where is it, anyway?"

He pointed to the cabinet over the small sink. I opened it and got some alcohol and bandages. I closed it and turned back to him. He had already rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm. He flinched when I poured the alcohol on his arm.

"Shit," he hissed.

"You have to hold still or it'll get infected," I told him. I took his wrist and poured more on his wound. He pulled his arm free and slapped me. I glared at him and he glared back.

"I'll do it myself," he said, taking the bandages and walking out of the bathroom. I stood there and stared at the alcohol.

What would happen if I drink this? I'd probably die.

I weighed my options. If I drank it I'd have a slow and painful death, but if I didn't, then I'd probably die by the hands of Jeff. There would be a chance that I could escape, though. I put the alcohol away and peeked out at my captor. He sat in a wooden chair, cursing under his breath as he struggled to wrap his arm.

"Fuck!" he shouted, giving up on wrapping his arm. "Get out here, Reese!"

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"I searched your damn pockets while you were out," he said. "Now, bandage my fucking arm!"

Without a word, I sat on the floor in front of him and started fixing up his arm. I could feel his gaze burning holes into my skin. When I finished, he stood up and rubbed his arm.

"Thanks," he said, quietly, before walking away. I looked up at him and found that under the carved up grin, he was smiling.

"You're welcome," I replied, standing up and going over to him. I didn't know why, but I got close enough to touch his face. "Please let me fix this, also. I mean, it hurts, doesn't it?"

"My face doesn't need fixed. It's perfect, already," he told me, swatting my hand away.

"Can you at least let me disinfect it?"

Jeff retreated into a small bedroom and looked back at me.

"No!"

Then he slammed the door in my face.

- - - - - - - -

I sat on the small couch against the wall of the cabin. I'd already tried to get out, but all of the windows were barricading me in and the door was locked from the outside. I got up and wandered around the cabin. The only furniture was the couch, two recliners, a coffee table, and four wooden chairs. I looked at a small picture frame on the coffee table. Two boys with brown hair were smiling happily. I opened the frame and looked at the back of the photo. Scrawled in the bottom corner were the words 'Jeffrey and Liu.' Below that, it was dated as seven years ago.

I flipped the photo over again and looked at the boy with blue eyes.

He looks familiar. Almost like. . . No, it can't be.

The bedroom door opened, suddenly. Jeff looked at me in shock. Then his expression changed to anger.

"What the hell are you doing with that?!" he growled. Before I could answer, Jeff took the picture and backhanded me so hard that I fell to the floor. "Don't EVER touch this again!"