Killer Protector: REDUX (JTK story)

Chapter 2

[I'm glad you all seem to be liking this project so far! Thanks for the support <3

Music in the multimedia is Wallows - Just Like A Movie

Consider this my second time writing a Jeff the killer fanfic :$ herherher.]

Chapter 2

Two weeks have passed since my first day at my new school. Classes are just fine. Lunches are as okay as they'll get. Since meeting her, I've continued to sit with Johanna at the little table during our lunch break. I've taken to her company pretty well; she doesn't make me nervous like people usually do. Something about her compels me to lower my guard (not that it's very strong). Maybe because she interacted with me first. That and I guess it's hard to ignore someone who brushed their teeth with you in the girls restroom after a hairy incident.

Speaking of the hairy incident, I haven't come across that girl named Maddy since then. Well, I've seen her in the halls during class change, but we haven't had a proper interaction. I wouldn't want one anyway. The few glares she's sent me through bodies of passing students already gets my spine tingling with chills. I couldn't handle speaking with her, despite that I find myself wanting to confront her and apologize about barfing on her shoes. I've brought up the idea to Johanna but all she said was: "Don't even bother, it won't make a difference. If she wanted to mess with you, she would've done it by now. I'm sure she replaced those shoes with a new pair anyway."

My parents don't know how the first day really went down. I felt significantly better at the end of the day and didn't feel like reliving my embarrassment and anxiety all over again by explaining it to them. Plus, they have more important things to worry about.

We've fully settled into the new house. No more boxes lay strewn about in the hall or in the living room. There were some things still in boxes but they've gone out of the way in the attic or the basement. Mom got after Dad while we all helped to move one of our old recliners in the basement, saying we shouldn't have brought it along, but Dad keeps saying he'll find a way to fix it. That's what he said that one time a couple years ago with the rattling ceiling fan that fell on the kitchen table during dinner. And also the mailbox that wasn't secured and had flown off and hit my bedroom window during a hefty windstorm. And several other things. So I guess the recliner will call the basement its home for...forever.

Things aren't bad. I still find myself laying in bed just staring at my bedroom ceiling for long periods of time, missing our old home. I haven't found it in me to pick up another book, which feels awful. I have to encourage myself to continue with another title or I might just go mad.

Things aren't bad, but I still don't feel good being here. But it's too late to complain now.

...

My schedule has me in upper level Algebra at noon. The work isn't tedious, but mathematics isn't my strongest subject so it feels like a sludge to go through anyway.

While I was taking out my notebook for today's class, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to look behind me and was met with an energetic set of eyes and tussled brown hair. Oh, it's that guy from my homeroom class. Ian Harris? I didn't even notice he had Algebra with me too.

"Hey, sorry to bother you," he said, "but do you have a pencil or pen I can borrow? I lost mine."

I only nodded and reached into my pencil bag to lend him something. While I rummaged through a few highlighters, he leaned closer and whispered, "You're Ellie bear, right?"

I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

He just smirked and said, "That's what you said on the first day, right?"