Reality

Day 1: (Part 2)

Gracie welcomed me sweetly, but I couldn't get over the fact that she could kill me at any second.
She was the first 'friend' I made here, I mean, she did try to kill me like everyone else, but she has been lovely to me since.
I'm not 'scared' of her, just... Her bad side.
Gracie, Sebastian and I entered The Block and we started walking to D sector (or section, they don't mind either).
Okay, so, The Block is spaced out into sections from Z to A, yes it goes backwards in the alphabet.
Z sector is a very dangerous place for anything to live. Human or not.
Z sector is where 'people' go at first, they learn how to control their anger without injuring other people. When they have achieved that, they move up a sector, to Sector Y, and this goes all the way up to Sector A. If you are lucky enough to be able to get to Sector A, You can leave whenever you like, but you still live in The Block.
Like I said. This place is a prison.
Sector A is a very strict and complicated Sector, if The Block thinks that you are getting out of it, The Block has the power to move you back to Z Sector.
Some rumours about Sector Z have been spread, things like:
"If you get sent back to Sector Z, you will catch the craziness of the people who were there previously."
"If you go back to Sector Z after already leaving, you never escape."
"The shadows in Z will eat you alive in your sleep"
Crazy stuff like that.
However, no one can say 'Sector Z was easy' because all of them spent at least a year in there.
Gracie: spent 1 year and 63 days,
Sebastian: spent 1 year and 125 days,
Annabelle: spent 3 years and 12 days,
Chucky: spent 2 years and 45 days,
Ben Drowned: spent 1 year and 56 days,
(Laughing) Jack: spent 1 year and 107 days,
Eyeless Jack: spent 1 year and 56 days,
And then there's Jeff and Jane.
They were the two who spent most time in Z,
Jane spent 13 years and 48 days...
And Jeff,
He spent 15 years and 93 days trapped in there.
But all of them are 'better' now,
Well...
That's what I've been told...
We eventually got to D sector, where Jeff stays, and got past all the Creepy's giving me strange looks, and Gracie knocked on the door.
There was vicious barking coming from the other side of the wooden door. Smile dog as some call him.
I call him Diesel, and so does everyone else here.
The door creaked open and a pale figure appeared, It was Jeff.
"Hey." he murmured, slightly hiding in the shadows behind his door.
There was a small silence until Gracie nudged me slightly. "Huh?" I whimpered, 'oh' I thought to myself 'he was talking to me', "Hi" I smiled and gave a pathetic hand flick which I kinda classed as a wave.
He smiled.
Well, even though he kinda has a permanent smile, he smiled. I saw it.
He leaned on the edge of his door and looked at Sebastian, "Are those bags for me?" he asked sarcastically, looking at the pink and white polka dot suitcase,
Seb looked down at the extremely girly case, "Yeah." He laughed and throw the suitcase at Jeff. Which he caught almost perfectly.
Gracie turned to me and twisted me to face down the eery, spooky, never ending corridor, and pointed to the left a little in sector C, "Seb stays there, He is there all the time so just call if you need him okay?" I nodded.
She turned me a little to the right and pointed at the very famous 'Grudge house' which was also in Sector C, "And I stay there." She finished.
I thought that it was nice how Sebastian and Gracie could live next to each other, it gave me a little 'aw' feeling inside of me.
"Anyway," Gracie snapped, "I'm sure you won't need us, Jeff will look after ya!"
I turned my head slightly to Jeff and he nodded slightly. "Yeah." I whispered.
Gracie looked at me confused, "Cheyenna..." she grabbed both my shoulders and faced me towards her, "Nothing bad is going to happen." I stayed quiet and just looked at her small smile. "I know..." She continued, "It is a bit scary, coming here." The smile became less visible, "But I promise you, You'll be okay."
I do trust her, I mean, she was the one who stopped me from getting killed several times, why wouldn't I trust her?
It was just, I didn't understand why I had to stay with him.
I mean, yeah, he seems nice. I have spoken to him a few times, he's alright, but I just don't feel, safe with him.
At this point in time, my mind was filling with all the horrible things which probably wouldn't happen, but what could happen. And it scared me.
A lot.
Gracie gave me a reassuring hug and walked off hand in hand with Seb.
Leaving me with Jeff.
There was a small silence for a second and then Jeff spoke,
"You can come in..." I turned to him, "Well, this is your house for a little while..." He stuttered,
"It's not my house." I butted in, "I'm just staying here for a while."
He nodded.
I turned around and then slowly walked into the house.
My hand was shaking a little, same with my knees.
Jeff turned to me and looked worried, and a little bit upset.
"Are you okay?' he asked,
I looked around at the old interior of the house, running my finger across the walls, struggling to find my way around in the dim lighting of the building. "Yeah." I sighed, squinting my eyes at a door which Jeff headed towards.
He pushed open the door and there was a old-styled kitchen on the other side. Still dimly lit.
I stumbled into the room as Jeff followed.
He pointed to the left and flicked a switch which turned on yet another, dim light.
Even though I was struggling to see, I could make out a small table and 2 chairs. Im guessing that they were for him and Jane, until she escaped and left Everyone for her old self, her old, murderous self.
And before you ask, yes, she is back in Sector Z and she has been for a while.
Leah told me that no one likes talking about her, especially Jeff, so I was better off staying quiet.
Jeff directed me out of the room and showed me up the stairs, and took me past a room which gave me a sick feeling even looking at it.
"It would be a very bad idea to go in there." Jeff exclaimed, pointing to the room.
I'm guessing that's where Jane slept, since Jeff looked like he didn't want to talk about it, and I didn't really want to ask.
We got to the end of the narrow hallway and he opened a more welcoming door.
It was the same as the other one but I didn't get any bad feeling from this one.
Jeff sighed.
"Are you-" Jeff cut me off halfway through my sentence,
"You will be staying here," He turned to me and moved to one side, allowing me to open the door.
"You make yourself comfortable, i'll go get your bags." He walked away before I could say anything.
After that I turned my head to the door and my shaking hands gripped the cold handle. Why was I so scared?
I pushed open the door and lifted my head up. The room was small, but a comfy small. I felt safe in this room. Which was strange. Even in my own room, at home, I don't feel safe. It's a good start, walking into your room and feeling safe.
Especially if I was going to stay here for a year.
I sat on the bed, hands on my lap, and took note of every detail of the room.
From the wooden bars on the end of the bed, to the cream wall.
This room was also lighted a lot better than the other rooms, Still dim, but a improvement.
I heard a small knock on the door and I stayed silent.
I heard a "Hmm!" on the otherside, I'm guessing it was Jeff.
I crawled off the comfortable bed and stumbled to the door, opening it quickly.
"Oh, sorry." I whispered.
Jeff dropped the keys which were in his mouth. "What for?" he asked sweetly, looking at me confused.
"I should of helped you carry some of the bags up..." I said nervously. He looked at me, still confused,
"It's alright, I don't mind." He said reassuringly.
I move out of his way and he barged into the room and put my bags on the bed.
He stretched and turned to me then smiled.
I smiled back, slightly.
There was a break of silence, then I asked "So... What exactly is there to do here?"
"Hm?"
"Like, for fun."
"Ah..." Jeff walked up to me, "That's the best part."
I was slightly confused as of what he meant by this, he touched my shoulders and slightly pushed me aside. He was cold. Not a ice kind of cold. He just felt, Cold.
He walked past me and opened the door practically right next to my bedroom door, revealing another bed room. Jeffs' Bedroom.
He grabbed some drumsticks from the top of a small desk which hid next to the bed.
He looked at me excited.
"You like drums?" he asked quickly.
Before I had time to answer, he grabbed my hand and rushed downstairs. I hadn't seen anyone this excited since, well, never really.
He put the drumsticks in his mouth and tightened his grip on my hand, and with the other he opened a door which looked quite heavy to open.
"Eh ehh" He murmured, struggling to speak.
"Okay?..." I spoke, pretending that I understood what he said.
He took the drumsticks out of his mouth and said in a calmer tone, "The gym."
He pulled me into the room of darkness. And I mean, darkness. And then he let go of the strong grip on my wrist and flicked a light on. This light was pretty bright, About the same as the one in my room, just enough to light the whole room.
I was amazed with all the equipment he had.
I was rather jealous.
He walked past the weights, past the bike, and past the treadmill and got to a door. He jerked his head to the side and opened the door, but kept eye contact with me.
"Drums." He exclaimed.
I walked over to him confused, then I peered into the room and saw. Drums. Red ones.
Jeff pushed past me and sat at them and looked excited.
He started playing some beats, which were kinda catchy, and then played some music which sounded like it was stolen from heavy meal music. It sounded nice though.
I just kinda stood there for a while, watching him play the drums.
I don't even like drums.
Jeff stopped playing and took a breath.
"Wanna have a go?" he asked, a bit shaky, as if he had just ran a marathon.
"Sure."
I didn't want to say no because I thought it would of been rude, so I just let it happen.
"Come here then." He insisted, holding his hand out, sitting to one side.
I edged over to him and he pulled me closer to him,
"Have you ever played before?" he asked,
"Uh... no." I whispered. He laughed. "I'll just have to teach you then, huh?" He giggled, and sat up strait.
He patted his lap twice as in 'sit here'. I was kinda nervous.
I didn't want to sit on him.
"Come on I don't bite." He stuttered.
I stayed silent. And still.
After a second or two of, well, nothing, Jeff leaned towards me and grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap.
I shook a little and then I calmed down.
"I'm just gonna teach you how to play, I don't know what you're worrying about..." he sounded a bit upset, I didn't mean to upset him, it's just, I felt awkward sitting on his lap. Sitting on anyone's lap makes me feel awkward.
"Okay so..." Jeff started. "Hold these." He passed me the two drumsticks and shoves them into my grip.
"Okay, good." he said that like he was a disappointed teacher looking at some three year olds 'art' work.
He shook himself slightly to sit up straighter and held my arms gently. "For the beginning, you often start on one or two beats..." he spoke calmly, "in other words, hit these two- one after another..." he pointed at the two larger drums of the set and directed my arms towards them.
"Okay." I whispered.
I started to his the drums lightly, one after another, like he said.
I did that for about 30 seconds then he held my arms still.
"Good." he said weakly. He sat up again and lifted me higher up.
I felt a little uncomfortable but I would feel even more uncomfortable if I was to move again.
We played drums until 3am. I was tired. But it was fun.
I don't remember going to bed, I just remember waking up in my bed... Screaming.
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