Miserable at Best

Chapter 13: Jeff, The Killer?

Author's Note:

I love the title for this part..^_^
Haha!! XD
Enjoy! :3

I woke up dizzily finding myself on the couch. I slowly get up with a heavy head and aching chest. My mind is so blurred like my eyes and I couldn't make out anything in my head.

"What happened?..." I sickly asked when my sight caught Andrej.

"I saw you lying unconsciously in the kitchen. So I brought you up in here... And good you're awake." He said plainly.

"Oh...," I said shaking my head. "How long am I asleep?"

"Two hours." He responded standing up and get some pills and water. "Here, drink this to kill your headache. Then have more rest so you'll get relieve fast." He smiled handing me the pill and a glass of water.

"Thanks," I said taking it from him. Then I quickly drink the pill and gulped the cold water.

I hand him back the glass and lay back on the couch, having a further rest as what he told me to do so.

He just put it on the table and sat on the chair in front of me. He then bent down to look at me.

"What happened?" He asked looking at me worriedly.

I only sighed and looked at the ceiling. I really can't remember anything. I mean I'm having some glimpses and small flashbacks, but I can't stitch them all together to completely remember the whole story.

"Hey, you alright?..." He said putting his hand on mine.

I turned my head to his direction. Then I just shook it telling him I really can't remember what had happened.

"Okay. Let's take it easy..." He trailed off. "First, why are you in the kitchen? I mean... Why did you go there?..." He asked frowning.

I stayed silent for a while. I tried my hardest to remember even the littlest piece of my memory that time. And then all of a sudden it hit me. I remember running in the kitchen because I'm trying to hide, or should I say escape, from someone who's after me.

"Wait.... Wait I think I'm remembering it now..." I said as my eyes get bigger.

Andrej went closer to listen carefully. Then I start to spoke up as the scenes slowly get clear in my mind.

"Ah-... I was i-in the kitchen because... Because I'm escaping from someone." I stuttered slowly.

"Someone?... Who???" He asked curiously.

I stop and think for a while. I don't know who is he... But his features are all tattooed on my mind.

"Ah-ah... I don't know... B-but I.., I can remember his looks very clear.." I said getting nervous.

"Okay, okay.. Calm down a second. Don't panic, alright? Just... Tell me how does he look like." Andrej responded as he tried to calm me down.

I gulped down the lump in my throat and look at him. I then started to tell him the story and he carefully listened.

"Okay, I know.. How he really looks like. He's... He's tall... Maybe an average height like you, he's wearing a white-, I don't know hoodie or something... He's pale... So fucking pale, has scary big, bold eyes with... With burnt eyelashes, has charcoal black dry hair, about shoulder length, and a very, very creepy... Twisted smile that curves... Up... To his ears... Like it is cut to be permanent..." I carefully told him.

Andrej shot me a confused look. Then it changed to curious one as if he starts thinking.

"Alright, so... How did you see him?"