Shoe box

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Lexi's P.O.V

That shower felt magical. I stayed in there for so long and I didn't even care. It was memorizing. One minute I was singing, the next I was just sitting on the shower floor letting the water fall on me. I stayed in until I had to get out. The water turned cold. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. As I steeped out, I turned to the mirror to see it was covered. In a white sheet.

How did I not see this coming in? On a little sticky note it read:

"If mirror is used, please put sheet back over it when done. Thank you. -S"

They're so weird here. I took out one of the tacks from the wall and looked in the mirror. I hadn't seen myself in days. I probably looked like microwaved crap before but now I look refreshed. Ive never liked myself. I've always been insecure but after seeing me now I look brand new.

There was a conveniently placed brush on the sink. Next to a tooth brush and toothpaste. I know for a definite fact that wasn't there when I walked in. To keep my mind at bay, I keep telling myself it was slendy. Because God forbid if it was Jack or Jeff. Pervs.

I brushed my hair, and teeth with the towel dropped over me. After I was done I slowly peeked my head out the bathroom door to see if there were any clothes. And just as I was promised, there were. A white shirt that said "Sexy thang" and some sweats. Along with my same pair of undies and bra, but they were clean now. These guys aren't so bad.

I got dressed and walked in Jeff's room expecting a Jeff. But he wasn't there. To be honest, the whole mansion was quiet. The unsettling kind. Jack told me if no one is around then they're all "out" which I didn't question.

I sat on his bed and just looked around. Its half way back to normal from his little tantrum. Which is nice to know. I sigh and look at his closet.

"Do you understand how many Lexis I have in that closet?"

Those words haunted me. Jeff has said a lot to me but those seem to ring in my head over and over. I quickly turn from his closet and look at my feet hanging from his bed. Remembering the body from the first night. I prop my feet on the top of the bed, and decide to bend down to see what else he's got down there.

"lint...blood..." I mumbled to myself what I saw.

And I saw something way in the back. Shoe box. I crawl from atop the bed and get on the floor, stretching my arms out and pulling it to me. On the top of the lid it said "past me."

I shouldn't be doing this. I really shouldn't be. I turn around and look into the hall. I'd hear if some one came through the front door...it's fine.

I bite my lip and slowly open the lid. I shuffled things around and I see a little pocket knife, and some bandages. Why would he keep this? I keep shuffling around. Seeing little things like buttons and rocks. Even a cool looking leaf. These are understandable to keep. He's so cute.

I whence as my finger goes across something sharp and I let out an involuntary profanity. I notice it was a piece of glass. I pick it up carefully with both hands and look at my reflection. I'm kinda worried as why he'd have this. I feel on the back of it there's a note. I carefully turn the glass over and untape the note. On the top it read "I'm sorry"

I'm not sure as to what I just found but I'm too deep to go back now. I start to open it But then.

"WHAT. THE FUCK. ARE YOU DOING."

I quickly drop everything and jump up. His voice instantly piercing my chest with its volume.

"I w-was just-"

"WHO SAID YOU COULD TOUCH MY STUFF?"

"No one I was just curious I'm s-"

Before I could finish my sentence he was pushing me against the wall and grabbing my throat. Lifting me up so effortlessly. He wasn't playing around. He was seriously upset with me. My vision blurred as I tried kicking free.

"Curiosity killed the cat."

His grip tighten, blocking all air as he possibly could. I struggled, but it's no use. Tears streamed down my cheek as he got more and more blurry and my lungs felt on fire. My struggle became less and less of a fight by the second. He didn't take his eyes off me. He was literally watching the light drain from my eyes. Until he looked down right before the light became darkness. He dropped me.

Jeff's P.O.V

Why wasn't this pleasing. Why am I not getting satisfaction. Her brown eyes were losing light but why wasn't I happy about it. I tried gripping tighter to try and see if that would help. Her struggled only saddened me. What am I doing I can't kill her. I can't. And I don't know why.

I dropped her and let her fall to the floor. She coughed hysterically and gasped for air. That sound was more satisfying then hearing her die. She went through my things. She fucking almost read my letter. What all did she see. That wasn't her right. That's not hers. She should have waited or at least asked. He hasn't even read it yet.

I reached down and stood her up. I was holding her shoulders and I starred down at her. Her eyes were brown again. She was still catching her breath, but still looking up at me hurt either way. I wanted to hit her. I wanted to hit her so hard. But the way she looked. She looked as if she accepted the fact I almost killed her. She knew this wasn't her territory.

"I'm s-sorry Jeff."

She stuttered out. Her voice sounding drained and frail. I swung and punched the wall by her head. Leaving a giant hole. Why. Can't. I. Hurt. Her.

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