DERANGED (Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

7 - Pancakes and Bleach

"Wake shakey EGGS AND BAKEY!"

Oh, no.

Rolling over, I groaned at the annoying voice and covered my head with a pillow.

Seriously?

At this hour?!

"Come on! Let's go, Jeffffff! WAKEY SHAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY!"

"Go away kid," I growled, pushing the small creature away from me.

But she was a persistant little parasite and jumped on my back, bouncing up and down in a most annoying fashion, "Wake up... NOW!"

"No."

"Now!"

I chuckled, slowly falling back into slumber on the comfortable mattress, "Not in your life kid now leave me alone."

"Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!"

Ughhhh

"Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! .... NOW!"

Where the hell is my knife when I need it?

"Jeff. Jeffy. JEFF. Jeffy-my-man. Juuurrfffffaaaayyy. Jayyyy. Effffff. Eeeeeeee. Jurfay. Juuuuoooofay. Jeff. Jeffffffy. Jeff. JEFF!"

"Holy shit, fine!" I finally gave up, raising my head off the mattress, "Get off of me creature."

Jenny smiled widely, sliding off of my back and handing me a pair of pajama pants, "Morning! Mama wants you to put these on so she can wash your dirty pants." Her bright smile of pearly white teeth made me smile back in return. This actually wasn't an awful wake up call.

I looked at the dark blue bottoms. They did look comfty. Not wanting to argue, I took them from her and groaned, lazily making my way to the bathroom to change. I closed the door behind me and slide off my old jeans, allowing my legs to breathe for a while. I then pulled on the blue pajama pants that rubbed comfortably against my legs. Turning around to face the brightly lit mirror, I admired myself in a humble way. The bandages loosely wrapped themselves around my stomach and the white fabric was lightly bled through, barely noticible though. I looked the same that I've looked for a long time now, but as I starred at my reflection, I felt as though I had never looked this way before. It was almost like I had just been woken up, an average person. I didn't think about my past, or my possible future. I didn't think about who I was, or all the pain I've caused or even me. All that ran through my mind was waking up to a bright little girl, in a cozy bed, inside of a home. Nothing else mattered at that point, and now that I stood at the mirror, I felt like an imposter in my own skin. I felt false. Although, I wasn't.

Brushing off the strange feeling, I made my way through the now empty bedroom and into the kitchen where Sarah stood by the stove and Jenny sat at the kitchen table. Jenny was in her little uniform and ready for school while Sarah was still in the clothes she had worn to bed, along with a messy bun of blonde locks.

"Morning," I greeted before tossing my jeans on her shoulder, "Do my laundry woman."

She rolled her eyes and took them off, folding them before placing them aside, "Glad to see you're in a good mood."

I smiled at her and sat at the kitchen table, leaning back in the chair dangerously, "Don't get used to it."

"I just might. I sent Jenny to get you like 20 minutes ago. What took so long?" she asked and placed a large plate of pancakes down in front of me and Jenny, along with our own seperate plates, silverware, a large bottle of maple syrup and some butter, "Stuff your faces at will."

Jenny gaped at the stack of pancakes and then looked at me, urging me to take some. I rolled my eyes and groaned. I didn't want these. Did I?

"I didn't poison them, if that's what you're thinking."