Remember
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It was two years ago that it happened. You remembered it like it was yesterday.<><><><><><><>><><> Flashback<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><
You had recently seen Jeff in the hospital.
He seemed different since the fight apart from his face obviously but, in the mind.
Your mother didn't approve of you being friends with Jeff so you only got to see him for a few minutes before your mum rushed you out.
That was the last time you saw him before the night.
You were in bed and it must have being early morning about 3amish when you heard the window down stairs smash.
You started to panic but before your mind can process what's going on Jeff is on top of you pinning your arms down to the bed.
"Jeff! Jeff! Get off me! What the hell do you think your doing?!" You scream.
"Shh, shh, shh. (Y/N) just go to sleep." He said insanely.
You start to scream louder and louder, crying for help.
Jeff pulls out a knife from the front of his hoodie and puts it I the space between your neck and your chin.
Tears are pouring down your cheeks as he laughs and pushes the knife into your skin.
All of a sudden you hear sirens outside and Jeff quickly flees leaving you gasping for air and in a state of shock.
As you are being escorted outside by police officers, you catch a glimpse of you mothers dead corpse.
<><><><><><><><><><>Back to now<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Just thinking about that night gave you chills but occasionally you missed the company of Jeff.
Your adopted parents come in to your room and sit next to you on your bed. You call them Paula and James. They where a young couple and they decided to adopt you when they heard your story.
"(Y/N), don't worry darling you won't be having to worry about him coming back he doesn't know where we are." Paula says to comfort you.
James just sits there silent.
You try to forget but you can't get the worry out of your head.
<><><><><><><><><><><><that night><><><><><><><><>><><>><><><><><><><><>You can't sleep last year you didn't sleep and this year you know you won't.
'Get a hold of your self(Y/N)' you think to yourself.You begin to fall asleep, you are half asleep when suddenly you hear someone call out your name.
"(Y/N) , you didn't think I forgot you did you?" Says a familiar face.
He just looks at you, his face still pale and his smile never changing. His eyes pierced right through you making you heart beat quicker.
"You remember me right? You remember two years ago when I tried to kill you but I mean your still alive, just look at you still such a beautiful young lady. It a shame I have to do what I have to do to you." He says in a gentle tone.
All of a sudden he's on top of you again pulling out a knife from his from his pocket.
Something takes over you and you punch Jeff hard in the face. His knife flies out of his hand and lands on the floor and he grabs his face with two hand.
You get out from underneath him and quickly grab the knife that landed on the floor.
"Oh you shouldn't have done that (Y/N)!" He says aggressively
"Jeff! Just stay back I don't want to hurt you!" You say holding the knife up at him
He just gives a deep chuckle
"Please, Jeff I miss you!" You say softly
Jeff expression changes. He is now looking at you strangely.
"You, what?" He asks looking puzzled.
"I-I miss you." You whisper
He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him.
"What did you say?!" He demands you to tell him by gripping your wrist tighter and tighter.
"I miss you, Jeff! You were my only friend and when I told people that you killed my
mum and tried to kill me they said that I was crazy. I miss you! I wished that I had you back! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?!" You cryAll of a sudden a pair of arms were wrapped around you.
"I missed you too..."
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Old Friends (Jeff the Killer x Reader)
FanfictionYou were Jeffs best friend before he went insane. After he killed his family he came after you but you weren't killed. It is now a couple of years later and he comes back to finish the job.