Jeff the killer x depressed reader

(Part 5) "you dont have to lie to me"

Y/N POV
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I'd say about 15 minutes have passed since Jeff comforted me after what had happened with me and my...mother.We sat a little bit away from each other,we both looked at each other,I wonder..what's his story?

"Can I ask you something..Jeff? Right?" I asked making sure I can ask him a question and making sure I had said his name correctly.He simply nodded his head and waited for my question patiently.

"I-if you don't mind me asking..wh-why are y-you the way that you a-are? What's...your story..?" I asked simply shy and embarrassed since I was stuttering.I was kind of scared of his reaction seeing as how he's a killer who literally broke into my damn house and I'm guessing it was from my bedroom window.

He looked at me for a moment and he finally spoke.

"I think that's something you should find out on your own,I don't feel comfortable saying.The internet exist for a reason so find out there and I'll tell you if it's correct or not." He said,I was kinda annoyed at the fact how he said to search it up but I guess it's understandable.

I looked at the time on my phone,it was 8:45 pm. I sighed and looked at him "why haven't you killed me" I wanted to know so badly why.If he's a killer he should've ended me right on the spot so why didn't he?

JEFF'S POV
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The moment she asked me that question I was kind of surprised..why didn't I? I mean I'm a heartless murderer who kills people and not give a single damn about it either.But the more I thought about it the more I could some what see as to why?

"I suppose there's something about you that doesn't make me want to kill you" I looked away and blushed slightly,I wanted to smack myself in the face so badly like cmon! Me Jeff the fucking killer a cold blooded murderer having f-feelings!?? What the fuck?????

A few moments in silence and I looked at her,she looked kind of shock and confused. "Hey don't get the wrong idea I could still kill you if I wanted too alright!" I said in a cold tone,that made the fear in her eyes appear,I loved the look of fear on people.

Y/N POV
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He was right though..at any moment he could kill me. Maybe he's just making my death slow..As badly as I want to die I hate a slow death..

"I'll be back.Don't do anything stupid and stay put!" I yelled at the last part of my sentence trying to make myself clear and seem tuff.He chuckled and I turned away annoyed and walked out of my room.

'He could definitely tell I'm weak and not tuff at all ugh..' I thought to myself.I walked to the bathroom and shut the door slowly and silently as I could so my mother wouldn't hear,I mean who knows she was probably drunk on the couch.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed.I opened the cabinet in the mirror and took out a razor blade. I lowered my joggers down to my feet and sat down on the floor,Since I was wearing a tank top I didn't want to cut my arms or wrist I don't want it to be visible for Jeff to see even though I had some scars but they were hardly visible unless you look at them up close.

At that moment I started cutting my thighs,not deep though but it still hurt a bit. I winced in pain and felt my eyes water. I pulled up my joggers and cleaned the blade and put it back where it was. I cried for a few minutes,I cried silently as all the negative thoughts started to take over my head. When I was done I splashed some water on my face and dried off.

Once I opened the door the first thing I see is Jeff in front of me looking at me with curiosity..he pulled me into my room then started questioning me.

" why were you crying? What took you long..what were you doing" he asked, all I could respond with was " it's nothing don't worry about it" but he grabbed my wrists and looked at my arms

"You know Y/N..I've been watching you for a while now..I know exactly what you've been doing" he says as he places his finger on my scars,gently tracing over them.

"You don't have to lie to me"