Jeff The Killer: An Unreal Romance

Cold as Ice

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*2 weeks later…*

Nevada’s P.O.V

            It’s all been different. Everything. Each day since Mark died has been… just so damn empty. I stopped going to work and started taking online classes. Even with all this time on my hands, it isn’t changing a thing. My body felt weak and weary all of the time, sometimes I would break down and thrash everything in my sight. Please, if this is what “Depression” feels like… I would like it to leave me alone now.

            I unsealed my toothpaste looking into the mirror while I scrubbed the leftover Oreos and Nutella out my gums. My eyes were opaque and gloomy. Sagging from the tears that just evacuated from them earlier.

            “My head fucking hurts like shit!” I mumbled while I attempted to pin up my hair to have a sort of “well made” look. It wasn’t working.

            “Mhm…I always told slender never trust the quiet type.”

I jumped from in front of the sink crashing into the bathtub on full impact. Agony stricken, I turned to face the pale faced monster. He moved swiftly towards the tub extending his arm towards me.

“So, I know you’re happy and all to see me but this isn’t how I pictured my conversation with you.”

Ignoring his “friendly gesture”, I grabbed my bottle of shaving crème thrusting it at his head with full force.

“Get the heck away from me creep!” I managed to crawl out of the tub, motioning to my bedroom. I locked the door sitting in front of it with a broom secured in my arms. My chest was nagging at me but I tried to be oblivious to it. I felt a light tap at the door.

“I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME!” I yelped.

“Can you please calm down, I am not going to hurt you. I want to talk.” He took a long pause.

“I had to kill him…He was on the list.” I palmed him sitting against the door falling to his knees. “Open up.”

I unhindered the door knob. Haltingly, I revealed my now relaxed opponent into my lair. He stood to his feet and lugged into my room. He was covered in rain water. His jet black hair was soaked, so was his white hoodie and dark pants. As soon as he entered, the aroma of my room was metallic, almost as if someone had just busted open a vein.

“What list?” the words ventilated through my teeth, a scowl that lingered on my face to mask it.

“I am not human. I’m more like a demonic entity in human form. For as long as I could remember, I have needed blood of humans to survive, when I was a child, I would get bullied and ridiculed constantly by the other children…” he paused looking into my eyes. His eyes were a glistening shaded gray. I made my eyes fondle the ground, my chest started tightening up more than before but again I ignored it as best as I could.

“…I would try to tell my parents but they wouldn’t care, soon the teasing turned into beatings every single day after school. My brother Liu had gotten into a fight trying to protect me from them one day and he ended up getting locked up in juvenile detention. Months passed and a girl from my class invited me to a party. I went thinking that probably for once someone would actually give me a chance to show them who I really was...”  a single tear dropped from his cheek onto the wooden floor, with his quick speed, he swept it right off.

“It ended up being a wretched trick to get me alone, the two jocks stomped me, kicking me to the ground… then they poured bleach on me, setting me on fire…that’s how I turned into this, this monster!”

I sat on the bed now, leaning into his direction, I couldn’t believe how interested I was into this boy’s life. Somehow, in a way I knew exactly how he felt. Alone, frightened, wanting to be loved/ cherished by someone. Anyone.

“You’re not a monster. You were human. Anyone in this world would rather be loved than…” my words vanished into thin air. Who am I to be giving him lessons about life when I am a horrible demonstration of what “life” could do to you?

He pulled out his knife. Lifting his pure white hoodie up off his arm, he begun to cut away at his vein. I stared in awe, the bright red liquid flooded my bed sheets. The room got so silent to a point where I could hear the tiny plops of deep red beads hitting the floor. I reached out to hold his hand. They were ice cold. As if he had visited Alaska in a millisecond then came right back to me. I put his bloody hand on my cheek.

“You don’t know me Nevada. I don’t even know why I came back here. I swore to slender that I would just leave you alone…but I can’t.” he pulled his arm away and the cut healed instantly.

“Why me? Huh? Why out of all the possible “victims” in this world, you chose me!” I felt antagonized. Jeff thought that he could just tell me his damn sad story and everything will just be okay? I stood up pacing around the room spitting words, curses, anything that could get him pissed off.

“You murdered Mark! In cold fucking blood. Yea, he may not have been the most rational guy in the world, but he was everything to me. He put me in place, he showed me right from wrong. Not only a boyfriend, he was a father figure to me!! I want him back so much…I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t even think!!!” My eyes cramped up with salt water, my chest started throbbing, and I could barely breathe! I held the small rose colored table near my bed trying to balance out my weight.

“Are you….” I stopped Jeff right in the middle of his sentence determined to finish what I started.

“For the first time in my whole life, I had something to claim as mine, and I loved that, but you…” I glared Jeff in the eye.

“You took that all away from…” Now the room spun round and round in my head, I could barely stand up. Grabbing my chest I started to tumble but quickly masculine arms surrounded my waist. I looked up to see Jeff with a worried look on his face. He was speaking, but I couldn’t make it out.

“Me.”

My chest combusted and everything went black.