Jeff and Jane the killer

Mortals

My arm feels like 6,000 bees are stinging it... And not dieing. "You know..." She tells me slashing deeper into my arm. "I see you guys on tv a lot." She then jams a tube in my arm, and my eyes being to give out a black liquid. "I will kill you." It's hard to make out my words now. Whenever my dry eyes shut, it's hard for then to open. "Jeff should be here soon. Our rogues have him." She says patting my arm as if it's not even cut open. The women exits the room, and the door shuts lightly. I want to close my eyes but I don't. I need to think. After awhile, my eyes close and I drift away.

Jeff's POV
My body is in a field. A light green, with sun kissed yellow grassy field. From this I instantly knew this was a dream. From a distance I can see a girl with black hair and... Dark eyes... Jane! I want to get up but I can't. So I just stare. She turns her head, and sees me starring. Her short body, stands up, and her shoeless feet try leaping over the grass that's made it's way up to her thighs. Her hair is. All the way down to her back, and her skirt flys up as usual. Her body hovers over mine, and her facial expression looks as if she's worried. "J-Jane...?" In an immediate second after I call her name, black liquid starts pouring out of her eyes, and the scene turns into hell, literally. A tall figure grabs her by the neck and pulls her away from while she screams, "Jeff!" I now know I have to get up. My body aches so bad, but I get up ignoring the pain, and try my best to run for her. The ground I once was standing on crumbles, and I fall, but not before using my fingers to grab onto the edge of surface. Janes small feet step where my hands are, and she soon sits by my fingers, frowning at me. "Jane! Help me!" "Why didnt you save me Jeff? Now Ben's dead too. We're dead Jeff." Jane opens her mouth wide, and a loud scream exits, and she stabs my finger. My hands fall and my body jumps to reality. Everything is quiet, and I'm still where I was before everything happened. Look at this. Jeff the killer, turned into Jeff the lover. I hate this. Hate the fact that I hate myself for not trying harder to save Ben. Oh Ben, I'm sorry. I haven't dreamed in years. I can't dream. My eyes don't close. Everything is so confusing. I need to get up. I can't get up. I have to get up. But I can't get up!