Catch Me [Jeff The Killer X Reader]

Chapter 1

You sat there across from her, those brown eyes burning yours with pure intensity that always drove you away, being shy and bashful. It never helps when you get like this.

You want to talk to her, be open about your problems and sorrows in life, visualizing the future scenes of you and her talking for endless hours just about life and the past traumas, but those future bubbles pop when her soft, gentle voice speaks into the silence— slicing through the air like thin butter with the sharpest knife.

“So [Y/N], it's been a while. I haven't seen you in months, years matter of a fact. Why is that?” She asks you, leaning back in her chair as she crosses her legs, her dull grey skirt stretching a bit against her tannish skin.

She wasn't beautiful nor ugly, she was a decent woman in her 30s. She's been seeing you ever since you started to develop the worst disease ever... One that can't be cured by anything other than yourself.

“W-Well...” You say in a small, quiet voice.

You inhale sharply, so scared to speak out loud, leaving your cheeks to warm up, nearly burning your eyes to leave them watering up.

Embarrassment sets in, but you swallow it as you continue to speak. You hate hearing your voice turn out this way, it always sounds different when you try to talk normally.

“Some things h-happened... And I-I'm scared to tell them t-to you... Because even you m-may see me as crazy...” You softly speak, your voice cracking here and there.

Beth, your Therapist, tilts her head while cocking an eyebrow at you with such a serious look engraved on her face that it makes you feel guilty for not coming to see her sooner. She never tells your parents what you tell her. That's how your trust blossomed with this young lady.

“Why do you say I won't believe you? Did you see or do something bad? Or?” She questions, her brow rising a tiny bit higher, her hourglass figure leaning over now as if this was a secret.

You look down at your hands, exhaling sharply as you close your eyes.

“The killer that's been running around loose in this town... He isn't a bad person, he's just misunderstood.” You mumble.

You didn't dare to look up.

Why did you tell her?

He warned you about this.

But, you didn't listen.

“Don't tell anyone that you know me [Y/N]. They'll strap you up in a mental hospital.” His fingers trace lightly against your cheek.

“And then how am I supposed to see my princess?” He whispers in a soft husky tone, your body rising with the goosebumps, a soft shivering whimper escapes your parting lips.

You gulp down your saliva, looking into his bleach white eyes.

“I'll never do it. Never.” You say in a serious voice.

“Oh, but you will; rather you're aware of it or not. It's in your nature [Y/N] to at least tell one other soul this exciting secret. Being able to see Jeff the killer? Who wouldn't brag.” He chuckles dryly.

“I can't save you from them...” He says sadly.

You grit your teeth at the memory that plays behind your closed eyelids like a filmed movie.

Damn it.

What have you done [Y/N]?