I continued to watch him, wondering if he were as crazy as I was, or just plain stupid.
Treatment? Ha, as if.
I shook my head slowly, smiling at him with intentions to change his mind, “You’re not going to fix me; there’s no treatment, or medicine, or hypnotic experience that could POSSIBLY ‘cure’ me. You can’t cure evil.”
“That’s the thing,” he pointed out, still kneeled down by me, a hopeful look on his face, “I have to disclose that you truly are ‘evil’ and that it isn’t in fact something just, wrong with you. Jeff, if we never try, we’ll never know.”
Taking that into consideration, I placed my hands beside me on the wall and crawled myself to standing, still feeling the after effects of the headache. He stood too and stepped back to give me space, which I was grateful for. I needed time to think this over, but he didn’t have time; he needed to get his notes finished with as soon as possible. Now, I’m not usually one to care for other people and their needs, but seeing as he was genuinely trying to ‘help’ me and seeing as he doesn’t think I’m as bad as everyone claims me to be, I decided to give him a chance to just see what’ll happen, “Okay,” I shrugged, “I’ll do your fucking, whatever the hell this is going to be. But I’m warning you Christopher,” a devilish smile spread across my face, “You may not like what you’ll see.”
He nodded, “I completely understand. We’ve been through a lot today, so starting first thing tomorrow we’ll get to work.”
I simply shrugged at him again, this entire situation making me uncomfortable. He smiled at me before heading towards the door and taking his notes with him, “I’m hungry,” I lied, “Send that blonde up.”
He nodded and left the room, going to fetch Sarah. I crashed onto the bed, feeling absolutely exhausted, yet anxious. I felt as though I wanted to run around in circles forever but I also just wanted to lay here for ages, doing absolutely nothing but breathing and staring lazily at the ceiling. Unsure of how long I had been laying here, the door opened and Sarah came in, a tray with a sandwich and some water on it. She set the silver tray down on a table and closed the door, sitting down next to me with a small smile on her face.
I turned my head to look at her, “You look like shit.”
“And you look like a bad clown, try again,” she laughed, making my roll my eyes.
“Long time no see though, right?”
“Jeff,” she sighed into lying down next to me, “It’s only been like, what? A day?”
I shrugged, my voice coming out soft, “I still missed you.”
A glint of happiness twinkled in her green eyes as she leaned over and placed a firm kiss on my lips. I kissed her back before we both pulled away and I reached my arm behind her head so that she could lay on it.
“So,” she began, cuddling up next to me, “Chris is really excited about this book of his. I can’t believe you agreed to this.”
YOU ARE READING
DERANGED (Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)
Fanfic[Sequel to Psychotic] After crashing with the past, Jeff had almost lost sight of his purpose and was inches away from appealing back to his former human conditions. But with no choice but to reject the soul that had deceived and betrayed him, Jeff...
