The Edge Of His Insanity (Jeff The Killer × Reader)

Chapter Five

(Art by me hehe)

Your Pov:

After Jeff left out my window, I wiped my face of tears and started cleaning my room. I pick the lamp from the hallway and set it back on my desk. Once everything is picked up, I sit on my bed and notice something gleam out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head to see a knife Identical to the one that I sketched. I pick it up, blood stained, and examine it.

"It's beautiful," I mutter to myself so my parents don't hear me, "Jeff must have left it here, he can come pick it up tomorrow."

I hide it under my pillow and get up to close my window, the same one Jeff jumped out into the night just five minutes before. A breeze hits my face, cool and crisp. I stick my head out to look at the forest. Where did Jeff even go? Isn't he wanted for like murder or something? I ask myself.
I shake the thought from my mind and lay on my back on my bed. I look up at the ceiling, my parents are downstairs. But I don't care I can't talk to them or even see them before I kill them tomorrow. Nothing can risk changing my mind. They screwed up, not me. I drift off to get another dreamless sleep.

The next morning, I wake up around 11:30am. My mom and dad have already left for work and won't be home until 2 in the afternoon. It will still be light outside. It will be hard to escape, but I'm sure Jeff will help me. He had obviously been running from police for a while. Atleast, I hope he helps me...
I head over to my dressetanf pick out a black pushup bra and matching underwear. I also grab a pair of black ripped jeans with fishnet tights to go under. I look in my closet and find a short sleeved neon pink t-shirt. I grab a pair of scissors off my desk and cut the shirt short making it a crop top. I get a towel and my clothes and set them in the bathroom.
I take a 30 minute shower and get dressed. I blow dry my hair and walk out of the bathroom. Once I'm back in my room I toss my pajamas to the corner of my room behind my door. I see Jeff laying on my bed on his stomach with his feet in the air. He swirls his knife in his hands.

"What took so long, (y/n)?" He asks.

"Something called hygiene. You wouldn't know of that though would you?" I reply with sarcasm. He laughs under his breath and I roll my eyes.

"So when do you wanna do it?"

"My parents get home at two so we have time to hang out and plan."

"You're doing it in broad daylight?" He asks surprised.

"Yeah I got to do it as soon as they get back. I can't risk speaking to them or even seeing them. I can't do anything that could possibly change my mind." I explain.

"Makes sense, but you sure you want to do this? No bringing them back." He says looking at me. He is now sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Exactly, I don't want to bring them back. I hate them with everything in me." I sat with a stern look on my face.

"Well okay. I have a place we can stay. I will help you escape, but only because I don't want to risk getting caught because of you. Rookie." He smirks. Atleast I think he does, hard to tell with the joker thing he had going on. I open my closet and grab two bats, one wood, one black and metal.

"Which one would get it done quicker?" I ask Jeff.

"A knife honestly." He says shrugging.

"No I'm using a bat because like you have your knife which is what you always use. And I want like my signature weapon ya know?"

"Makes sense. In that case, the black one would look cooler and get the job done quicker. But the wood one is iconic, so usr the wood bat."

"Okay black it is." I swing the bat and smirk at him.

"Hey! That's the opposite of what I said!" He whines.

"Exactly." I say. He crosses his arms and pouts.

"So we have some time to get you ready." He says standing up and walking over to my desk he leans up against it and looks at me.

"Yeah, I need to get good and clothes and stuff." I say shrugging and putting the wooden bay back in my closet. Funny I have two of them I don't even play ball.

"No, we won't have time to grab the stuff. Maybe if you lived in your own house but because this is an apartment, someone is bound to hear their screams." He explains

"Oh, well okay. They are going to be home in like 10 minutes, you ready?" I say practice swinging with my bat.

"I hope you don't plan on wearing that." He says looking me up and down.

"What's wrong with this?"

"Atleast change your shirt." He rolls his eyes. Right it's pink. Shit. I walk over to my dresser and pick out a grey t-shirt and walk to the bathroom.
After I finish changing I toss the pink shirt on my bed.

"So you ready?" He asks when we hear the door open downstairs.

"Yup, stay here. I mean it Jeff." I look at him pointing.

"Fine, fine. God (Y/N)." He says.

I walk downstairs making sure I have an angry look on my face. My mom looks at me.

"(Y/N), you need to go back to your room. You didn't answer any of my calls or texts. And I bet you didn't clean your room either." She says putting groceries on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, mom. I will never do anything you ask of me anymore." I say holding my bat in my hand, swinging it over my shoulder. That's right. I doin the Harley Quinn thing. I'm badass.

"Excuse me?" She says.

"Say good-bye, mommy!" I run towards her swinging my bat as hard as I can to her head. She screams in pain and crumbles to the ground. My dad runs at me grabbing my by my waist and throwing me to the wall. He runs to my mom I yell and get up.

"Don't think I forgot about you old man!" I growl at him. I swing at him and miss and he hits me. My nose starts to bleed and I swing again. Bam. Now him and my mom are cowering on the ground in the kitchen.

"Wow guys, didn't know you were afraid of a teenager with a baseball bat. Pathetic." I turn to see heff standing on the stairs. I giggle insanely and start beating my parents with the bat. I scream out of anger and they scream out of pain or fear. I can't tell which one. The screams feel like they last forever but eventually they die down along with my parents. I'm yelling at their limp, bruised and bloody bodies. Cursing them I still hit then with the bat.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)! Stop! They're dead." Jeff says running to my side.

"Good," I say wiping blood from my face," come on. The cops should get here soon.

We rub out the back door and into the forest. Jeff leading the way I follow him deeper and deeper into the woods.

(Hey, sorry this took so long I got my phone taken for a while. Hope you enjoyed this.)