Be His Light

He Strikes A Deal

It has been a week since your killer haunted your room. Each day the bullying got worse, so much so that you never wanted to leave your house anymore. Your parents began to worry, but you just told them everything was fine, school was just rough. You never wanted them to worry about you. And lately, your cuts have become less frequent, but deeper. It was easy for you to hide them with the coldish weather, but soon when summer hit, it would be much more difficult.
You had been sketching something simple, a girl you had met in class that seemed to be genuinely nice to you. She wanted to hang out with you, maybe later today. You were excited but worried that maybe she didn't really want to she was just being kind. Anyways, you were listening to (F/B) ~favorite band~ and nodding your head to the music, your sleeves rolled up as you drew. You jumped as something crashed through your open window and into your dresser.
You abruptly stood up, taking your headphones out/off. He was tall and facing the wrong way, black hair down to his shoulders, lean body encased in a pair of nice dress paints, a white hoodie, and dress shoes. Your wide (E/C) eyes took in the sudden intruder as he turned around.
His unblinking eyes stared at you, then at your discarded drawing pad and iPod. His wide smile seemed to grow a little bit. His appearance was a bit....off, but you didn't mind really. His wide eyes were kind of adorable in a scary way. He sauntered towards you, hands in his pockets, eyes watching you closely.
"A-Are you b-back to finish wh-what you started?" You asked, gingerly pulling your sleeves down, trying to be inconspicuous. His sharp eyes snapped down towards the movement and he glared at the thin red lines. He stalked forward, gripping your arms in cold white hands, examining them. He held them so close to his face, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.
"What's this?" He demanded, his deep voice washing over you. You looked away from his prying gaze, shame filling your eyes with tears.
"N-Nothing! What do you care anyways?!" You say, jerking your hands out of his grip.
"I care because...erm, whatever! Did you do that to yourself?!" He growled, eyes flashing.
"I don't know you, why should I tell you anything?" You demand angrily, wondering why you were even conversating with this lunatic. His eyes seemed to soften and he stepped closer.
"I am Jeff the- Jeff Woods." He said, holding his large hand out for you to shake. You gingerly took it, your small hand being engulfed in his much larger one. He took his hand back quickly and stepped back. "And you are (Y/N), yeah, I know." He muttered, looking just over your shoulder, avoiding eye contact.
"How do you know?" You asked him. He looked at you with something curious in his eyes.
"Do you not remember that not even a goddamn week ago, I was going to kill you? You tell me why you wanted me to kill you, and I will tell you how I know your name."