A N G U I S H ➵ Jeff The Killer x Reader (Dark)

Memory 7

Grief; an everlasting emotion trapped inbetween moments of happiness. A sin without an image, a devil without it's horns. Grief could easily be linked to an hourglass. A timed emotion with the sand forever present even when it's still. Grief made predictable people do unpredictable things, the unexpected rooted in with the expected. A large, contrasting oxymoron waiting to be highlighted within the confines of secrecy. The police wete fully notified about Jeff's recent sadistic tendencies, however, they were quick to assure me that there were absolutely no signs of a break in except from the obvious hole in my mattress sticking out like a sore thumb, Jeff was an untraceable ghost who only presented himself when he willed. Uncontrollable, one would say. Stuck in the brinks of society but never really there. 

My dreams were the only continuity situated within my life. A bad omen fit for an even worse fucked up situation, really. Quite ironic if you'd ask me. So ironic that the bitter taste of liquor became my new bestfriend. A companionship forever rooted within my own choice of action, an action that I would never really regret in the moment. The regret came afterwards, an everlasting tsunami after a treacherous earthquake that took the lives of many. Tall, foreboding but still expected. An after shock of death, a line of similar events.

Despite the attempts of reinsurance off of the seeminly trained responders, they had promised to continuously patrol the area for the upcoming nights. I had agreed fully with this idea, fear a growing emotion plaguing within my every thought and motion. A short, never-lasting peace of mind seemed comforting even though I knew it wouldn't last, however, the ignorant feeling of safety cocooned me into its embrace. Another false security, wasted within the unbeknownst of the completely fucked up town riddled in secrets. I had constantly experienced ringing in my ears. An annoying, pesticide lullaby stuck in a loop of frustration. It would always begin during my dreams until it would grow into a creature of routine during the day as well. It was a taunting promise, a static approach to lure me into searching for things even I didn't understand.

I was constantly confused, my eyes would always search across the barren wasteland of my front garden, searching, wandering for the reality I knew was kept out there. The darkness was simply a distraction, a phobia being presented in the midst of chaos. My eyes would always cut short at the police cruiser, though. The blue colours were easy to pinpoint, even with limited sight. I would always watch the driver and his companion. I was unable to distinguish their facial structure, however, I was able to view the almost pale-like complexion hidden behind black tresses of hair. A similarity hidden within the midst of chaos. His companion, though less noticeable, always carried a tense posture within the claustrophobic space. Tense yet vividly aware, seemingly unnatural within the confines of space. A sympathetic pity, really that clouded my thoughts with the horror fest I'd remembered. He's gone, stop fretting I'd whisper to myself in a pointless mantra.

I knew that the safety was granted for a limited time which is exactly why I had devised a plan to pack up all my shit and simply leave. Gone, without a trace I would say, with a hearty good riddance as well. Everyone was stuck inside an ignorant bliss, unaware of the struggles of others within the community. I had tried to explain, a string of words that were simply frowned upon. They believed I was delusional, traumatised because of the death of my mother. Sure, that payed a massive factor in my move as well, however, they were stupid enough to believe that a change would never happen. They seeped in the ignorant bliss of safety, a false facade hiding the growing disease of the town. A disease hidden in the form of death. An epitome of grief, a cycle of lifelessness. I was falling sick with the disease of falsehood too, however, I was able to comfortably grasp the cure without complaint. Too many had suffered and too many would continue to suffer as long as the town kept their head in their asses, a gleeful life trapped in a cage of darkness. I had signed myself out the moment things began to get worse, and I was more than certain others would follow, as long as death didn't catch them first.