Mistakes (Jeff the Killer X OC)

Ground Rules

~~~Jeff's POV~~~

I can't believe Slenderman was putting her in my room.  I was fairly sure that there was another empty bed somewhere in the mansion, but she got to stay in my room.

I just can't believe it.

I don't need her getting in my business, I don't need her anywhere near me.  I just wanted her gone as soon as possible.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, back to the door when I heard a soft knock.

It was her.

"Come in."  I called out reluctantly.  There was a moment of silence, and then the door opened.  I turned around and my suspicions were immediately confirmed. 

"I just wanted to-"  She began, gesturing towards the bed, but I wasn't in the mood.  I still wanted to kill her.  But her mother was freaking Katherine Kline, and that just makes me angrier.

"Don't touch my stuff.  Stay on your side of the room, never wake me up after a mission, don't touch me, don't look at me, don't talk to me, and all in all just remain in your little bubble, in your side of the room, by yourself."  I said, turning back to look at the window.

"Okay."  Was her quiet response.  She didn't say anything else.  I turned around, only to notice that she was gone.

Relief swept over me.  Well that had been effective.  I walked over to her bed, to grab the knifes I kept stashed under the mattress.  After I had grabbed and relocated them, I sat on my bed again and stared into space for the longest moment.

Mostly, I was thinking about the men.  The ones that tortured me for information about the mansion.  It had been a mistake to let them live, and I was regretting it more by the second.  Slowly, I put a hand over my stomach.  I lifted my shirt and looked at the bandages beneath. 

They were still out there.

I was fairly sure that they wouldn't stop.  I was still looking down at the bandages when the door opened again.  I glanced at the reflection on the window and noticed Astrid walking in once again.  The faint fragrance of peaches wafted in the room. 

I turned to see Astrid putting some stuff down on her bed.  She no longer wore my hoodie, instead she wore grey sweatpants and a black tank top.  It revealed the bandage on her shoulder from the cut I gave her. 

Slowly, she made her way towards me, which caused me to scowl immediately.  And then, she held out my hoodie. 

"Thank you."  She muttered, not looking at me and being careful not to cross into my side of the room.  I snatched the hoodie from her hand and looked away.

"I didn't give it to you out of kindness."  I said, looking out the window once again.  "Just because I was civil when you woke up doesn't mean we're friends, get over it."

After a moment, I stood up.  I couldn't even stand to be in the same room as her at this point.  The anger just kept building, I didn't know why, but I needed to let off some steam.  Perhaps Slenderman already had my next target.

"I'm going on a mission."  I said, grabbing my hoodie and slipping it on.  "Don't touch my stuff."

She merely went back to her bed and settled under the covers.  I glanced at her for a moment, and with a start realized that she had fallen asleep.

Either she was really tired, or she was stupid enough to trust a serial killer that hated her guts.

I sighed and left the room.  This hatred that kept building inside of me was so strange.  I disliked pretty much everyone in the mansion, but I didn't hate them.  But Astrid...

Just thinking about her made me so angry.