Cynical Minds (Jeff The Killer x Reader)

Alone

You lay down in your bed with your eyes open, staring at the ceiling. It's been around two months without Jeff. Jonathan may be right, you might be in love. You've never felt like this before. Loneliness used to comfort you, but not anymore. You can't even sleep anymore. You sighed and sat up. You laid down back. You feel something sliding down your cheek. You were crying. You haven't cried in ages. You were sick of Patricia, your neighbor, everyone and everything. You felt empty. You needed Jeff. You felt alive whenever he was around. Your scars were fading, which made you even more sad. Nothing to remember him by, you thought. What is he waiting for? Did you do something wrong?

You would cry yourself to sleep every night.

This is stupid, I'm as pathetic as a protagonist in a soap opera. You whispered.

Where are you, dammit? Where the hell are you?

You started thinking, and slammed your head against the wall. You don't even know him...

Something's wrong in my head... You said, cleaning your face. You decided to go for a walk.

AN: I know, this a short and crappy chapter, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to get back into my writing spirit. After all, I'm sick, stupid flu. T-T