Laughing Jack X Jeff the Killer

Chapter 4 Feelings?

( L.J's P.O.V) 

Well....it's been a few hours since the whole circus thing, and we didn't get caught for leaving at 5 in the morning! But i'm worried about Jeff. He hasn't talked to me since we did get home. Is he mad at me? I hope he isn't. I pace around my room, wondering. I don't like it when he gets upset. I know he doesn't like it when I scare him like that, and I did it anyway! I wonder what he is doing..

( With Jeff....)

Have you ever heard voices in your head after a big mistake? I do..I really do. The voices in my head are getting louder! There telling me to kill something...someone.

Voice: Jeffrey...kill him. Kill him for this pain.

Jeff: No! L.J didn't do anything to me! Leave me alone! Go away!

Voice:.....heheheh....Never.

I grabbed my knife and slide it over my arm. I groaned in pain, the voice screamed. It's scream seemed to echo through my brain and into the real world. It was quiet for a minute, I sigh in relief. I grabbed my bandage wrapping and wrapped my arm. I sit on my bed, waiting to see if the voice comes back. Nothing so far. I pull out my phone and almost drop it in shock. L.J texted me 50 times! I read all the texts, each one more sadder than the last. He ways asking me to text, call, or talk to him in person. I put my phone back on the desk and scoot back from it. I hope he doesn't find out I cut myself.

( back with L.J...)

OK...so I may or may have not texted him a few times. Oh who am I kidding?! I DID TEXT HIM 50 TIMES! I check my phone and text him again. Why am I doing this? I know he wants space, why am I bothering him? I think for a minute and freeze. I hear my self gasp. I love him.....I frickin love him. I hear my phone ding. I quickly grab it and read the text.

Jeff: I'm sorry, I can't talk right now. Maybe tomorrow. 

L.J: Why not now?!

Jeff: I just can't jack, like i said maybe tomorrow. Bye.

Phone messenger: Jeff has went off line.

Jeff has said his words. He needs space. I'm sure I can hold on till tomorrow...right?