Never Alone (A Jeff The Killer Novel)

Chapter 11: Acid Trip

       Jeff walked casually though the forest, the hallucinogenic effects of the LSD soaking in, consuming his perception of reality.

Jeff's POV...

I made my way to my shack. This night had been very satisfying for me. I had spilled more blood, and the chanting in my head was at bay, the bloodlust was content with my actions for the night.

As I trekked through the woods, feeling the twigs snap underneath my old sneakers. I stopped to observe the trees, they appeared to be slowly melting. I smiled and remembered that I had taken acid, something I hadn't tried before. I continued to make my way to the cabin, but I had lost all sense of direction.

Which way was it? I couldn't tell, everything looked the same. I walked faster. Each step I took, the sound of the sticks breaking became more prominent.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The sounds became louder, echoing in my ears. "Just keep going." I thought to myself, But soon they became extremely loud. The twigs were no longer snapping beneath my feet, they were exploding, filling the air with deafening blasts. God, my ears. I had to stop. I stopped walking.

The sounds kept beating into my eardrums, though I had stopped walking, growing louder and more intense each passing second. I dropped to my knees unable to move because of the noise. Fuck! My eardrums are going to bust. I covered my ears with my hands and squeezed my eyes shut and screamed with agony.

The sounds kept their constant, unsteady course of blasts for a few more moments and suddenly stopped.

I opened my eyes. Strange, because I didn't have eyelids. I looked up and I was no longer in the forest of liquidating trees, I was in a dark open area, shrouded in fog, but with a vague light being emitted from some source that I couldn't make out or find.

I stood up and peered into the eerie fog, hearing faint distant noises.

"Jeff?" I heard a familiar sound call for me.

"Jeff, where are you?" The voice called again. "I need to talk to you."

The voice sent shivers down my spine. I could recognize that voice anywhere, anytime. I used to hear that voice everyday, though I hadn't heard it in years, and that was my fault, I suppose.

"Liu?" I called out in confusion.

"Jeff." The voice responded coming from behind me. I quickly spun around to face my brother from years past, separated from me by the grip of death. Death by my hands.

His eyelids were cut off, a cheeky smile cut into his face, and blood covered his typical school clothes. He bared a striking resemblance to me, especially after his facial improvements. He was my brother, my only brother, after all. The same blood that covered his clothes was the same blood that I had flowing through my veins.

He spoke mechanically, his voice monotone.  "You killed me Jeff."

Tears filled my eyes as I gave him a light smile.

"I made you beautiful, Liu. I had to."

Liu shook his head and his monotone dramatically changed as he pulled a handgun out of his jacket and said,

"Jeff, you're a fucking monster and that's all you'll ever be."

And with that, he put the barrel of the gun in his mouth, looked me in the eyes, and blew his brains out.

.......

I stepped away from the spluttered remains of Liu, backing up slowly before turning completely around and running as fast as I could in the opposite direction. My emotion was something I had never felt before, tears were streaming down my face, but I was almost smiling, not sure what I was thinking to myself.

"Jeff!" I heard another familiar voice calling for me.

"Jeffff!!" Said another.

It was the voices of my mother and father.

I immediately turned my path, running as far away from the voices as I could, and they grew fainter as I got farther away. I took fast, long steps and after a while I felt splashing at my feet everytime one of my feet hit the ground. I looked down to see about an inch of blood layering the groud, but I kept my sprint as fast as I could. I looked back up to see a large shiny object in front of my face right before I smashed into it.

The impact didn't hurt, but it surprised me. I got back up and looked at the reflective object in front of me. It was a mirror.

I looked into the mirror, but I didn't see my reflection. It was of a boy, my height with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes.

"Jeff." He said with a worried voice and pleading eyes.

"You're drowning in your own fucking mind."

It took me a second to realize that the figure was in fact, me, before I changed, before I became beautiful. The sight disgusted me. I felt sick at my stomach, I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again.

I struck my fist against the mirror as hard as I could, shattering it and sending razor sharp shards of glass everywhere. The words that my brother had said rang in my head as I grabbed a piece of broken glass and shoved it into my neck, stabbing and slicing at my jugular and wrists before I felt myself drifting into the blackness, fading into nothing.

Jeff, you're a fucking monster and that's all you'll ever be.