Jane and Jeff the Killer

Chapter Nine

I'm lying in bed, I decide to close my eyes for a moment. My stomach is full from the potatoes and rice Jeff made for dinner. He's quite the cook. I don't realize I slip into slumber.

It's dark. Very dark. My flesh is on fire, but not literally. It stings. The pain is unbearable. What is going on... I black out. Again every thing is dark. Someone lifts me from the ground. So cooling to the touch, soothing my pain. I'm brought to a bed, laid down gently. I feel a cold rag on my forehead, and a blanket pulled over my body. There's a voice, it's soothing... Lulling me, I open my eyes.. It's Jeff, Jeff before he was burnt. The Jeff I remember. His eyes meet mine, he leans close. Hovering over my face, he closes his eyes, I close mine. I feel his breath close my mine, reeling in for the kiss.

I snap awake. What the hell was that? I sit up. I get out of bed and head down the hallway. I peek through the keyhole in his door, he's asleep, or at least he's lying down. I can tell he has headphones in his ear. I turn to my right and check the nob on the door. It's unlocked, gently I open the door and close it behind me. I creep slowly though the room. There's nothing in here. It's empty, aside from a pile in a corner. I walk over to it, lift a sheet from on top of it. There it is. His stash. I knew it, I knew he'd have one. All sorts of knives are laying there, all of them clean. Bottles and bottles of bleach and lighters on the ground near them. He's not done, he won't ever be done. This keeps my head clear enough to reach for a knife and head out of the room.

I have my mission now. It's time to kill, I open his door carefully, he's still lying there, eyes wide open. He doesn't notice me, he's just staring out his window with the music in his ears. I'm standing beside his bed now. I need to decide whether or not I'll kill him with him being unaware or if I should shout his name.

Before I can make a decision he rolls over, it's time to act. I raise the knife high in the air and plunge at him. My efforts are blocked as he dodges off the bed leaving the knife embedded. I rip it from where I stabbed and turn around, he's backing away slowly. What does little Jeff not have his knife?

"What's the matter Jeff, are you scared. Maybe you should go to sleep now." I cross the distance, placing myself to strike once more, I jab close to his heart but it's too late he's grabbed my arms. He squeezes tightly causing me to drop the blade. He pulls me close to him, then kicking the knife away. Why?! God damnit! I failed again! I'm a failure! He knows I want to kill him now. It's time to watch my back even more closely and make sure he doesn't know I'm coming.

"Jane..." He whispers to me, I'm tight in his grasp. He puts his hands on my shoulder, with that he pushes me slightly away and looks at me even though he's smiling, his eyes tell me differently.

"..." I don't say anything, I snap my head down. He raises a hand and lifts my face so I'm looking at him. Why. Why is he doing this.

"I know you had a dream. I know you didn't like it, I don't know what it was. I know you went into my spare room. I put that stuff away so I would be tempted to do anything during your visit." Why... My eyes are stinging, they feel as if they'll burst into tears at any moment. This is bullshit. Why am I acting this way. Why is this happening. He raises his hand to my face again, he slowly slips my mask off... No... Damnit no... "You're so beautiful..." Jeff walks away from me and lays the mask on his desk, "You don't need to wear that here. There is no judging you."

"Why are you doing this..."