Jeff The Killer: An Unreal Romance

Water Filled Bodies

*Hey Beauties! I have been really busy with nonsense lately. Also I have really terrible insomnia, which unfortunately messes with my mood all the time. I know excuses, excuses, I’m sorry though guys. Please keep on reading and voting if you like :) *

            *Nevada’s P.O.V*

2 months later.

           

            I haven’t left the house. There’s no need for that. Where would I go anyway? To Acrasia? To see Jeff? No. That would just hurt me even more. No. Ever since that day I just laid here, in this room, on this bed, staring out this same window. Every single waking day. The only person who actually comes to spend time with me is Elijah. He brings me books about being Diverse. Teaches me all the lessons and all in all makes me feel like I’m still wanted. I told him about Mark. My parents, and any other possible thing he would need to know about me. Sometimes he would stay conversing with me until I passed out from a day’s exhaustion. I always asked about Jeff though. I would ask if he was okay, still there, or just thinking about me. Elijah never knew how to answer the last question though. I didn’t blame him.

            I stepped out of the steamed shower, wiping off my body careful not to touch my stitches. Eli said that part of my depression was due to these little fucktards aching up my leg. I refused to take any medication that he tried to give me. Pills scare me.  I wrapped the towel secure around my chest putting on some vanilla smelling lotion I found (from the endless collection of lotions I recently found in the closet) then threw on another pair of sweatpants with an oversized hoodie. My hair looked like shit. I knew because I haven’t did anything to it since that day, except for wash it. I sat back down in the same spot on my bed. I admired the gloomy mid-October day. Suddenly waking me from my thoughts I heard three knocks at the door.

            “Elijah! You can come on in if you want.” I wailed at the door. My heart lifted slightly. A pale figure slid in the doors. My heart collapsed to the bottom of my ass. Jeff?

            “Elijah..?.” Jeff’s face looked puzzled. Without contemplating, I rushed up to him squeezing the immortal life out of him.

            “Jeff! I missed you so much!” I screeched while kissing his face. I felt like a child seeing my favorite pop singer for the first time in person. But, it didn’t take long for me to notice that he wasn’t hugging me back. He just stood there. Limp, with no emotion but confusion on his face.

            “Jeff?” I gazed into his eyes with my arms still encased around his waist.

            “You called me…Elijah?”  His eyes fell upon my face. His mouth curled up into an antagonized scowl.

            “Sometimes, he would come by and visit, that’s why…” Jeff cut me off slamming me into the night stand near the bed. My stitches throbbed, I flipped over to my side holding my leg in agony. I let out a muffled cry holding my knee up to my chest.

            “IM GONE FOR A WHILE HEALING FROM TRYING TO PROTECT YOU AND YOU’RE HERE FUCKING AROUND WITH ELIJAH?!?” Jeff swiftly speeded up in front of me. His huge eyes were an opaque red. His hair covered over one of his eyes, falling over his slits on the ends of his lips.

            “Jeff! I didn’t mess around with him! Trust me! I…just needed a friend. I needed someone, you…” I cried while talking. My thigh blistered, blood seeped through my sweats.

            “Me what? Nevada do you fucking know how alone I was sitting up in a caged room waiting for God knows what to heal...!” He pulled his white hoodie off over his head exposing the long stubby scar across his chest. It looked…nasty.