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

Memory 15

I  was taken to a hospital immediately after I found out the contents of the bag, I questioned continously why exactly I had to go which was met with the same answer each time: "We have an obligation to ensure you wont harm yourself or others." Which was, of course, buttered up with nicer, sweeter words to avoid confrontation with a cornered animal such as myself. I threw a fit twice on the way to the hospital, and each time I demanded I be let go. I demanded my sanity, pleading with the paramedic to believe what he called was "fairy stories" was the truth. I even showed him the contents of the bag, which he told me that I demanded I pack before we left my house. I called him absurd, told him it was once again Jeff that gave me the bag which he packed in order to remind me of the events that unfolded prior to me waking up in the back of an ambulance. Normally I would never be able to become frustrated so easily over another person, however, this man, this paramedic was increasing both my anger and my frustration to the point where I had to restrain myself from doing anything stupid.

I knew without a doubt that this man thought I was completely delusional, that I lacked the common ounce of sanity everyone else had, but I knew what I saw, and I knew the exact events that had occurred before I was chucked in the back of an ambulance without second thought.

When I had arrived at the hospital, I'd hoped that the doctors would be a lot more understanding given the situation, however, I couldn't have been more wrong. As soon as I had entered the building and gotten situated into my own little room that was more like a prison cell, they immediately organised for me to have a psychological examination on the basis of me being "completely unwell" which they, of course, blamed it on the grief of my mother passing.

I tried to refuse multiple times until they locked me in a small, office-like room with a woman sat at her desk who oozed the aura of professionalism. Her eyes pierced my form, surveying, watching as if a single movement from myself would unlock all the information she required. Her face was placid, a strong, stone wall build from years of practise as she nodded to the chair opposite her, "Take a seat, Alice." I obeyed with little reluctance. She shuffled around paperwork for a moment, her lips forming a line as she read over the obvious fact sheet handed to her.

  "Both your mother and your father are deceased, correct?" At my nod she continued on, "No other close family, either, it seems. You were 18 last month and have been living on your own ever since.." No shit, Sherlock, I bit my tongue. She went quiet for a minute before she once again gained her train of thought onto a subject I hoped she'd avoid.

   "I think we should talk about Jeff. Tell me about him." My breath hitched as my heartbeat resonated through my skull. Jeff. The wolf shrouded in sheeps clothing.. the epitome of hell.

I faltered for a second, memories rushing in like a tidal wave of all psychopathic tendencies Jeff contained, of how Jeff was very similar to an unpredictable animal. "He-he killed people," I started, eyes glazing over as I thought about all he had done. He wasn't dead, and he most likely killed his entire family. She eyed me with a keen interest, as if she had all the knowledge despite having none, "Who did he kill, Alice?" She sounded strangely intrigued, as if I was simply a missing puzzle piece she needed to complete the whole picture.

My eyes glazed in memory, a deep fear rooting my spine in place, "Two cops outside my house a-and my mother." I stated, vaguely, my own suspicions playing on repeat. I knew for a fact that Jeff had murdered in cold blood and wouldn't at all be afraid to do so again which is why he had to be contained.

Sympathy shrouded her features; an unwanted sadness projected as if she knew exactly what happened to my mother, "It doesn't mention murder on your mother's report, Alice. It was simply an unfortunate accident." She tried to comfort me with a sickening pity filling her tone, key point being tried, as I wasn't an ignorant little fool anymore. I rolled my eyes as my frustration increased.

   "Are you calling me a liar?" I retorted, scornfully.

She faltered for a second before regaining her stature, however, instead of continuing the subject matter she moved onto something even I couldn't explain. Her hands searched through the folder before hastilly unwrapping a scrumpled note with the same, continously familiar words etched onto it; ALWAYS WATCHES. NO EYES. Surrounding the words was a drawing of the tall, faceless creature that haunted my dreams as well as the mocking image of trees.

She pointed a clean, manicured hand to the drawing of the creature first, "What can you tell me about this man?" The dull ringing began after she finished, a warning, I assumed, as I thought about her question. There wasn't anything I could tell her, really, except one, minor detail. A minor detail that haunted my dreams. Haunted my every move, like a sickening plague hanging onto my mind without choice.

"That's no man," I laughed bitterly, the faceless creature lurking in darkness without an inch of light or hope, a creature far superior to that of a humans - yet, only created to leave chaos and destruction in its wake.

"That's a creature that waits to strike in the darkest of nights. A creature so morbidly out of tune towards our own human tendencies that it's almost impossible to grasp. What I can tell you, though, is that it is no man, let alone creature, really. It's more of.. let's call it, a shadow. A shadow that preys from a distance, that stalks within the brush of night.. crazy, right? That's not the worst of it, either. He feeds off of the little human emotions he renders you with, which is most likely only fear at this point. A deep, irresistible fear so cold and stabbing that paranoia becomes your best friend. And you know what the best part of it is? He always watches, despite the obvious faceless trait he inherited. He becomes all that you ever know."

ALWAYS WATCHES. NO EYES.