His To Keep (Jeff the Killer)

Am I Okay?

Waking up, I yet again found a box of sanitary napkins left in front of the door. I paused for a moment before hesitantly taking it and leaving it in the restroom. I trembled when I set the box down among the other various boxes that all shared the same fate. Unopened by no one, especially me, which is what scared me the most.

*Just a slight warning for anyone not comfortable with period talks or topics like bleeding and such. Just a precaution, really (forward to next bolded phrase if decided to skip)*

After the event of being aggressively woken up and on the verge of drowning, I had watched myself bleed onto the tiled floor in a familiar occurrence from my life since puberty. I had even shared the embarrassing reasoning to my captor, who must I remind was a male, hence why it was extra embarrassing to reveal that I was on my period and it was common for me to bleed like this for at least a week every month. He left and I just sat there in the cold and wetness of my drenched clothes just watching myself bleed  with no thought process in mind, really. But as I continued to sit there, I felt the ache in my abdomen that was not really foreign to me, so that was reassuring to me of labeling this than nothing different from what I was used to.

I eventually woke up in the dark where I shivered and searched the room for a light switch and succeeded in lighting the room up. I jumped at the sudden sight of a box standing mere inches from where I was. Although I was embarrassed at what he left behind for me, I put it to good use (and the clothes I eventually found) before seeking warmth under blankets. Nothing to worry right―I mean ignoring my captivity and such at the moment (for now)―was what I thought, but so much blood began to leak that by the end of the night I was back to the shower room where I stayed until the next morning where eventually I stopped bleeding.

That was not normal, right? Having a period for only a day (heck even a few hours!) that there was so much red that I am terrified to know what that means. Maybe I'm sick or–

*End of the whole period describing and such*

Just don't think about it, it is probably nothing. Come on ➡Name⬅ you are not really in a happy situation at the moment.

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I don't know when it was or how, but I just remember I stopped being in a drifting daze one moment and was aware of my situation as a kidnapped person forced against my will to be here. Yet for some reason I can't seem to stop being absent minded. I can't tell if it is night or if yesterday is still today or if it is tomorrow already... How long has it been? Did I eat already? What about the restroom? Did I already go to the restroom or do I need to go?

Getting up from the bed, I stumbled over to the restroom where I stared absentmindedly at one of the mirrored walls. My mind blanked for a moment before realizing I was staring at my own reflection in the mirror. I became put off by my own appearance, feeling as though I was a foreign entity to my own eyes and walked further into the room.

I could hear the rattle of chains on the hard floor. Looking down I slowly registered it to the attachment to my ankle that.

I thought this restricted me to the bed before... How did I get this far without being tugged back by the limit of the chain?

I walked again forward and heard the rattle of the metal again. Confused, I squatted and touch the cold links. My hand wrapped around the metal where I felt the coldness of it. With it in my hand, I carefully examined the object in my hand and slowly yanked on it.

There was a clatter and my eyes traveled to the doorway where I saw the actual end of the chain I was even more confused. When did that happen?

I think I thought to deeply into how this happened that I was really slow to even notice someone enter the room and stand just where my eyes were focused on. My eyes eventually noticed the black muddied shoes that seemed out of place before trailing upwards and slowly being filled with fear. Dark eyes peeked from behind a curtain of black hair that I was a little slow in remembering who he was, but my body wasn't. I felt myself go cold with fear.

My thoughts became frantic yet also blank as I struggled to comprehend the situation. Was he angry? I wasn't by the bed and it may seem like I broke the chain, no? Did it seem like I was escaping? Would that mean I was going to die now?

He walked closer and  stopped mere inches from me, looming over me. My hand was yanked from my side and in it he placed a chipped bowl before turning on his heel. 

Staring where he once stood, I looked down at the bowl with unknown contents.

What's this? I sniffed the bowl carefully and came up with nothing. He appeared again, catching me by surprise. 

I watched his fast movements. He withdrew a knife from god knows where and grabbed my neck roughly with his hand. There was a swing of the knife and I could feel the warmth of a liquid travel down my neck. I could see the red on the knife that swung again and again until-

I pulled down the bowl that my lips were attached to and realized I had consumed all of the contents inside. 

"Huh..." I set the damaged ceramic down and padded to the shower head. That tasted bland.

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A/N: Okay, so I'm not sure if this is a spoiler or not, but I do know it is an explanation to the last chapter and this chapter-

So basically, this was not a menstruation for our main character. It was actually the opposite, it was a miscarriage which our characters are unaware of. Also it may seem confusing (which is good) but the the time period is meant to be confusing. 

That's pretty much it for that really... I mean unless you want anything else explained or anything.  Other than that, thank you for your patience and reading this story still, even when I go slightly MIA. Sorry for the short chapter too. Love you all <3!