I Can't Sleep (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Chapter 8: Reese Cup

"Deep breath, Reese. Calm down," I told myself as I leaned on the bathroom sink. My stomach had tied itself in knots after I threw my temper tantrum, refusing to let me relax. I felt sick.

What is wrong with me? I just threatened two serial killers, like a total dumbass.

"More like a total badass," I muttered with a smile. "That horny bastard is rubbing off on me."

I looked at my reflection and brushed my bangs out of my face. I was already overdue for a haircut before I got here. I should do that soon. Maybe I can get Jeff to cut his, too.

"Stop thinking about him," I commanded, slapping myself in the face. "Do something else."

I decided to take a bath, and turned on the water to a warm temperature. I laid out a change of clothes next to the tub and began stripping off my old ones. I sank into the tub and sighed, immediately more relaxed.

I sat like that for a while until my thoughts drifted to my family. My mom was probably papering the town with posters that had my face on them and my dad was probably flipping out and ranting about how he'll ground me until I'm seventy. And Taylor and Spencer were calling everyone they knew, asking if they'd seen me. Sam was probably blaming himself and wishing he'd never made the stupid dare in the first place.

I sighed again. You and me both, Sam.

I closed my eyes and tried to go somewhere else in my mind. It didn't work and I ended up wondering if Jeff would ever let me go. I thought about what he was going to do to me and if I'd survive or not. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.

"Well, why don't you just hang me at the end of a rope and call me a piñata?" I growled in frustration. "That fucker is in my head."

When I finished my bath and gotten dressed, I cracked open the bathroom door and peered out to an empty cabin. Toby and Jeff were gone. I opened the door further and stepped out. I crept over to the bedroom and looked inside to find Jeff passed out on the bed, surrounded by liquor bottles. There was a small note lying next to him. I picked it up and read it.

I put Jeff to bed and left. Someone might be back to check up on you guys. And I locked the door so don't try to escape again.
-Toby
P.S. I hate you both! Go fuck yourselves!

I folded the note and dropped it on the nightstand. Then I looked back at the sleeping figure on the bed. Toby had put Jeff's eye mask on him, but that was pretty much it. I took a deep breath and cleaned up the bottles, taking them to the kitchen and dumping out the remaining liquids before putting them in the trash. Then I went back to the bedroom and covered Jeff up before finding a spare blanket and pillow. I took them to the couch and curled up.

But I didn't sleep; I couldn't. I tossed and turned for hours but I couldn't sleep, so I got up and went to the window. Even though it was barricaded, I could still see the moon in all its glory, shining down on Earth. It was full tonight and lit the trees and ground up with a ghostly white. The light was cold and calm and comforting.

I stayed like that for the rest of the night, watching the moon until it sank past the horizon and the sun began to rise. The sky started off various shades of purple and green, but soon gave way to pinks and oranges and yellows. I looked at the colorful sky in awe.

Never in my seventeen years of life had I known how beautiful a sunrise could be. I'd always taken it for granted until now. Now I was so captivated by the sky's beauty that I felt like nothing else mattered; not the hunger pangs in my stomach, nor the drowsy killer standing behind me. I didn't notice that he was standing there until he placed his hands on my shoulders and cleared his throat.