Happily Murdered (a Jeff the Killer fanfic) (to be edited)

Chapter 23: Getting what I deserve

"D-Dan?" Jack stutters, the steps back as I take in her appearance. "What have you done to yourself?"

"I couldn't go on without you. It got worse. The deaths of the bullies just made it worse." She sits on her bed again and starts to sob. I can't help but hurry over to her and put an arm around her.

"It's ok... It's ok... We're here now." I say soothingly. "It's all going to be ok. You can tell us... You can talk to us about it..."

"That's what everyone says..." Dan sobs.

"But we aren't 'everyone' are we? We understand, but not like them." Jack whispers as he sits the other side of her.

"I... I can't even go outside any more."

"We can help you get rid of the scars." I whisper to her. "Remember, proxy buddies." I smile at her and she lifts her head. "C'mon." I lead her to the middle of the room, where I hold my hands against her temples, like when we were going to that party. She looks into my unblinking eyes again and I can't help but remember Jane.

No, Jeff. Think of the old Dan or she will become Jane. The Voice says to me. I do as it tells me, imagining Dan as I saw her last, long black hair flowing behind her, dark eyes and perfect skin that is all naturally hers, not constructed in a lab. I take a step back and see the real Dan, looking as perfect as ever.

"How will we explain this..." Dans friend whispers. I almost forgot about her.

I pull out my knife and spin around, pushing her to the ground as I do so. She screams but I put my knife tip to her throat, ready to shove it straight in if needs be.

"Who are you? What do you want with Dan?" I demand from her. She stairs at my knife and turns her head away from me.

"She is my councillor, she is trying to help me!" Dan says calmly. "She doesn't believe in you or Jack, Jeff." I grin evilly and demand Dan goes and gets the camera.

~~~Officer Grubbs POV~~~

A tape turned up at the office today. Just another thing for me to do.

I grab the tape and insert it into the old TV. I've tried to get the Chief to buy better equipment but he insisted that we would never use them.

It's a little shaky at first, but once it focuses there is a woman tied up in the middle of the room. She has red hair and pale skin, most likely Irish. She sobs, hands tied behind her back, eyes blindfolded with a dirty rag. hands fiddle with the camera, picking it up and bringing it closer to her.

"You see this girl?" A deep voice says in a childish way as whoever it is rips off the blindfold. "LOOK AT ME." He demands to her. She sobs and looks at his face in disgust. "This girl - this FUCKING GIRL didn't believe in me!" Cue maniacal laughter from the cameraman and another in the background. "but you know what?" He whispers into the mic. He turns the camera towards his face, his sick, grinning face and holds up a knife.

It's covered in his blood.

How can I tell? Well maybe because I see two scars going from ear to ear, giving him a large smile.

He isn't the only one. Behind him is another boy, this one has a blue mask and no eyes. They laugh maniacally as they walk over to the girl, and finally finish when she has bled to death.

"Chief! We have new evidence on the 'Jeff the killer' and 'eyeless Jack' killings!"

~~~Dans POV~~~

I didn't really mind hearing her screams from the garage, or even when they came outside covered in her blood. If you know Jeff well you will be use to this kind of thing.

"Go well?" I ask Jeff. He grins crazily and nods excessively. "Do you want to drop off the tape or shall I?"

"I'll do it, we don't want you involved." Jeff says. "Hey... Dan?"

"Yes Jeff?" I look at him in the eyes, his beautiful black eyes. He blushes a little and stairs back.

"I... I'm not allowed to see you any more..."

~~~

I can't believe it. Jeff came back after a year to heal me and tell me he will never see me again.

Jack grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to the window when he broke down in tears before me. I was shocked and didn't have time to grab Jeff back and beg him to stay. Jack jumped into the tree, closely followed by a sobbing Jeff.

'Why can't I do anything right?' I ask myself as I cover my fresh arms in scars and blood. 'you deserve this cut, and this cut and this cut.'

I soon after realise how much blood has covered my arms, and how deep I cut.

I get in the shower, turning it to boiling hot. Most people would turn it down, but my muscles grow rigid to the burns.
'You deserve this blister, and that one, and that one.' I think as I try to suppress screams of agony escaping my lips.

'You will get him to notice you, you will get him to come back.' I tell myself and I stair into the mirror.

Then I get a twisted idea.