Closer Than You Think

A Night At The Station

"So, you'll be staying down here. If you need anything, just ask," Mullen gave me a pointed look, "And if anyone comes in here, scream!"

And with that she shut the door with a loud slam. I sighed and looked around the room. It wasn't very big and the only pieces of furniture was a big metal table and 4 metal chairs. You can't really expect much luxury from an interrogation room. Concrete walls and floors, I couldn't really picture sleeping here.

Poppop had given me a sleeping bag and a ton of pillows, so I decided to set up. Plopping all the pillows on he ground and rolling out the bag. I set my alarm clock down (at around 8:30 we were getting out) and crawled in the bag. I glanced over at the mirror. It was obviously a one way mirror, and on the other side were two very unhappy cops.

After 45 minutes of tossing and turning uncomfortably, I managed to fall asleep at 11 o'clock.
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I cracked my eyes open, squinting. I smiled, I'd made it thru the night. I glanced at the clock.

2:42 am.

Well, that can't be right.

I flipped over to get more comfortable. Only to discover I couldn't.

Flip over that is.

"What the-?"

"Shhhh..." I froze at the voice coming from behind me.

"Noooo" I groan.

"That's not very nice."

"How the fuck did you get in here?!?" I hiss.

"You know the cops with the bad attitudes outside? Well they're smiling now!" I groan and scoot away.

"I'm not going to sleep."

"Don't you want us to be together?"

"I don't even want to be in the same room as you!"

"Why? We've done it plenty of times before."

I shudder. Stalker, right.

"You know you can walk around right? I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Oh really? What if I try to run?"

"That door's locked and trust me, no one can hear you scream." I sigh. Slowly, I unzip the bag and stand up. Slowly, I turn around and looked down. I'll never forget the sight that met me.

A pale teen lay on the ground. Black pupils stared up at me, a white face shone in the dim lighting. Red lips stretched across shockingly white teeth, his smile ending an inch or two away from my ears. His eyes were rimmed with black, burned, blistered skin and I was dimly aware that he did not have any eyelids. Black hair fell down to his shoulders, spilling over onto my bag. He was propped up on one elbow, wearing a bloody white sweatshirt, black pants and converse. His eyes were slightly pink and he had black pupils. I could tell he was smiling at me.

I shuddered. All in all, he was horrendous.

"You like it? I did it myself." I trembled when His mouth never seemed to fully close at the sides. "I got the idea after I was burned. I chose to go all out."

"You're a monster."

He growled, "Let's not forget who has the upper hand."

"Let's not forget who can't kill who."

"Both of us."

"No, no, I'm willing to kill you."

"Would it not haunt you?"

"Nope. In fact, I'd want that on my gravestone. 'Great friend, Loving mother, Fucking killed Jeff the Killer'"

"See!?!" He jumped up, making me jump back and hit the table, "That's why I like you." I groaned again and pulled out my phone.

Grabbing one of the chairs I walked over to the farthest corner from Jeff. Sitting down with a huff, I unlocked my phone and started playing random games.

It took me five seconds to notice Jeff was right next to me.

"Whatcha' doin?"

I ignored him.

"Awww, is somebody still pissed?"

I glared at him, "What do you mean still pissed? When did I have time to un-piss myself?!?"

Jeff giggles. You know, Imma tell you right now, nothing sounds more weird than a murdering psychopath giggling.

I groaned and flipped on my phone again, determined to ignore him until the sun rose.

My one question was: how was he going to escape this time?

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Once again, thank you to my commenter, AmiaCooper7 and thank you too mrhgirl123, for voting. Not quite sure what voting is, but I assume I'm getting an oscar.