Jane and Jeff the Killer

Chapter Thirteen

I wake up wrapped in a blanket and feel something cool touching my forehead. I must've been out bad, I try to lift my head and I feel blood rush and my head start to pound. I lay my head back down, if it hurts that much to even attempt to move it I'd dare not yell. I lay in the silence, I look around and realize I'm in a completely new room. At least new to me. I couldn't be upstairs, there's only three rooms. Jeff's, 'mine', and the spare weapons room; I have to be downstairs. Where at downstairs could I be though? Was there a hallway I overlooked? I know the house is large, but I didn't figure this large.

I close my eyes trying to imagine the layout. Maybe I'm in another building, I can't think of where another hallway would be located. I hear a strange sliding sound, then the door opens. Jeff I presume, I don't move my head.

"Jane? How are you feeling?" He comes over and sits on the bed I'm laying in.
"It hurts, where am I?" I don't move as I wait for a response. I see his face come into view.

"In my medical room. Since I've found so many supplies over the years I decided why not use this room solely for that. I do help people sometimes." What? Jeff help? Are you fucking kidding me. I know I hit my head, but no. He leans down, my eyes shoot open wide. He plants a soft kiss on my cheek, "Are you hungry? You've been out quite a while now." How long is a while? Ugh.

"Yeah, but you still didn't answer me." And turn my head just enough to see his face better.

"Where in a small hallway off to the side of the living, it's beside a cabinet. You have to slide it a little bit to access the hallway, but when I found it I found a lot of rooms I didn't know even existed. Along with a basement." I guess you have to love old houses. I want out of this bed, I need to kill him. If only I hadn't hit my head. Why did I have to hit my head?

"When do you think I'll be able to walk?" I ask him. Maybe he'll help me walk now. If I can at least have him help me walk into the kitchen I grab a knife and stab him. I'm sure I can make it with this injury. I've been injured worse before. Can I? Should I?
"Not yet, you hit your head pretty hard. Maybe tomorrow, but it's best if you lay and rest a little longer." He leaned in again, this time leaving a small kiss on my lips, and I returned it. What possessed me to return it? It's almost as if I had no control of myself. Why is all of this happening. What did I possibly do to deserve this...

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I wake up the next morning, Jeff is sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. When did that get there? Even though his eyes are open I can tell he is asleep. I shift around, my head isn't hurting quite as bad. I sit up in the bed, as I start to test my balance. I shift my attention to my feet, ignoring the throb in my head. I slowly walk, hand on the wall to the door, and as I start to open the door I hear Jeff's footsteps behind me. Damnit.

Jeff wraps an arm underneath of mine to help me balance, "I see you're feeling adventurous." Great, just great. I was going to grab the knife and slit his throat, but no. He had to wake up. He walks me into the kitchen and has me sit. "Are you ready to eat?" Eh, if I hadn't been so focused on walking and the throb in my head I wouldn't have noticed the hunger growing in my stomach. Ick.

"Yeah, it won't hurt to eat something." He goes and rummages in the cupboards for something to eat.

"I hope this is alright." He placed a bowl of cereal in front of me. We must be running low on food again. Should've figured. I grab a spoon and start eating.

"Can we go for a walk today?" I think I'm just going to give up. I don't see a point in fighting while I'm down, so I'll have to stay longer than he asked. I have to accomplish this mission, in just unable at the moment.

"You must be really rambunctious today, sure. Would you want to walk in the woods, or into town?" He brings a chair over next to min and takes a seat. Hmm, I don't think it'd be best to go to town, so I guess the woods will be fine.

"The woods."