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Love Kills	By : Zaikia Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > Jeff the Killer Views: 3677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

I felt stiff and sore as I began to come to. I groaned softly, moving my fingers a bit. I felt a soft sensation underneath my aching body and I finally forced my eyes open. From what I could tell, it was just the beginning of dawn. I glanced over to the side, blinking a bit as the young nurse looked at me.

She smiled softly. “Welcome back to the land of the living. How do you feel?”

“Like I was run over by a semi….” I groaned, sighing. “How long was I out?”

“28 hours.” She replied. “I will be right back with the doctor.”

When she left, I groaned as I slowly sat up. My shoulder and side throbbed in pain and I glanced over, seeing a mirror next to me. I picked it up and looked at my face, seeing that long but thin cut on my face. It was hurting just a little, but the pain was tolerable.

I sighed softly and put the mirror down, seeing bandages wrapped around my left shoulder and around my side. I leaned back against the pillows as the doctor walked in.

“Well hello there miss, how are you feeling?” he asked as he came around to look at the clipboard.

“Really sore. What happened?”

“Well, a lady brought you in, nearly dead from blood loss and severe hypothermia. Can you explain to me what happened?”

I explained to the doctor about what happened, but I didn’t mention Jeff’s name or what he looked like. “So I kicked him in the face, got out of the lake and then walked away once the knife was out of my side.”

“Hmm….you were very fortunate to walk away from such a dangerous person.” The doctor spoke and I just snorted.

“I just got lucky. I’m pretty sure it’s the same guy that killed those people near the edge of town.”

“Yes, that’s what most of us believe also.” The doctor nodded in agreement. “Well, are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“What would you like?”

I told the doctor I wanted Chinese from Dragon’s Express, a quart of chicken fried rice and a quart of Chow Mien. About a half hour later, I got my food like I wanted and ended up watching TV or sleeping most of the time because of the pain killers. Midnight came along and there were only a couple nurses on my floor, along with a couple other patients and then me.

Right now I was more in half-awake and half-asleep state. Not completely asleep, but still aware of my surroundings a bit. I was on my right side, sleeping facing the window and making sure not to put too much pressure on my injured places. I could hear the faint beeping of the heart monitor, which was about it.

I shifted my position and rolled onto my back, breathing softly and I thought I heard a clatter, but I decided to ignore it and turned my head so it was facing the other way. I suddenly felt a cold draft and shivered, pulling the blanket closer to me.

I was now aware of another presence in the room.

I could feel them getting closer and I slowly curled my fingers around the pen underneath the blanket. I heard a metal like noise and the presence was now right beside my bed. I had one chance.

I shot up quickly, my hazel eyes opening in the blink of an eye and clutched the pen as I tried to stab the person next to me. But a hand quickly snatched my wrist in a vice grip and I was pinned down to the bed as a heavy weight got onto the bed and hovered over me, the other hand covering my mouth.

Jeff smirked. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you? It takes a lot more to kill me than freezing water.”

I glared at him harshly and realizing I had a free hand, I curled it into a fist and punched him in the cheek. He grimaced a little, but then snarled and quickly snatched both wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head while keeping the one on my mouth. “You gonna scream?”

I shook my head. What was the point of screaming anyway? Jeff removed his hand from my mouth and grabbed his knife from beside me, pressing the cold blade to my pale cheek. “I’ll say this; you have guts for trying to drown me. Good idea, but too bad it didn’t work.”

“Too bad it didn’t….” I mumbled and he traced the blade along my jawline, causing a thin line to appear on my skin. I didn’t wince and he let it rest beside my shoulder as his hand went to my waist (the hospital gown was bunched up at my waist and yes, I wore pants) and lifted the garment up, his fingers pressing into my injured side.

I cringed a little, but otherwise didn’t make any noises. He grabbed his knife and freed my hands, roughly grabbing my chin with that hand, forcing me to look at him. “You should be begging for your life girl. Except you’re just laying here!” he hissed angrily. “I don’t get you.”

“What’s about me to get? I’m 19, live by myself and a beginning writer and hardly have any friends. See? Simple as that.” I spoke in a somewhat annoyed voice.

“You’re not a fangirl and you aren’t scared….” He growled and suddenly thrusted the knife into the pillow next to my head. “That would be your forehead!”

“Then just kill me if you want me dead so bad.” I glowered at him.

He was about to speak, but we both heard footsteps coming from the hallway. He growled and yanked his knife out of the pillow, then got off the hospital bed and jumped out the window.

I sighed softly and watched as a nurse came in. “You okay sweetie? What happened to your face?”

“I scratched myself in my sleep.” I lied.

I was in the hospital for another day and the doctor finally allowed me to go home, releasing me and giving me a list of prescription medicine I needed for the pain. Once I got home, I immediately ate some food and then went ahead and crawled into my warm bed, falling asleep.

I woke up when I heard a clatter coming from my kitchen downstairs. I grabbed the bat beside my bed and quietly got out of bed, going downstairs as quietly as I could. I saw a light in the kitchen; the fridge was open. As quickly as I could, I switched the light on and the person raiding my fridge whirled around, a can of Pepsi in his hand.

I recognized that torn smile and the bloodied white sweatshirt.

I blinked. “Jeff?” I questioned.

“Yeah?” he questioned back, looking quite annoyed.

“How the hell did you get into my house? I made sure all the windows and doors were locked.”

He pointed to the basement door. “One of the windows in the basement was unlocked.” He smirked at my shocked reaction.

“Son of a bitch……” I muttered, lowering the bat. I sighed, rubbing my tired eyes. “It’s….” I glanced over at the microwave. “It’s two in the morning, why are you in my house?”

“I haven’t eaten in two days.”

“Well being a serial killer, I bet yer always on the run.” I grumbled and set the bat next to the basement door. “Thanks for almost giving me a heart attack.”

“You’re welcome.” He said sarcastically, smirking and turned back to my fridge. Two seconds later, he turned back to me. “You’re out of food.”

I was stunned for a moment, but when I checked the whole kitchen, he was right. I WAS out of food. I flustered a bit when my stomach grumbled in response to the lack of food in the house. I sighed. “It’s two in the morning………”

“Your point?” he asked me, now sitting at the table. I wondered where his knife was and it was probably hidden in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

I glared at him harshly and groaned as my stomach grumbled louder. “Whatever. I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

I dressed warmly and headed out to Wal-Mart. Good thing it was open 24/7. I basically was in the store for an hour and a half, grabbing whatever was on sale or that I liked. Jeff better not be picky.

By the time I got home, I was in a lot of pain from my injuries. I took the bags in and immediately popped in my medication, sitting down for a few to let the pain killers take effect. I sighed once they finally did and then put the food away, making up a package of hamburger helper.

I ignored Jeff most of the time and after eating, I cleaned up and went back to bed, falling asleep about ten minutes later.

Strangely when I woke up, I felt a warm body pressed up against my back. I opened my eyes and lifted up the covers, seeing a sleeve covered arm lying across my waist. I scowled and tried to shimmy out of his grip, then yelped when his free arm came around from underneath my side and pinned me to his chest. Not surprisingly, he was warm.

“Son of a bitch!” I whispered angrily to myself, growling. Thankfully his hand hadn’t landed on my shoulder. I sighed in an annoyed tone and grumbled, trying to squeeze my way out of his iron grip. I noticed that he had a somewhat wet cloth over his eyelid-less eyes, probably to help him sleep.

Finally after about a half-hour of squeezing my slightly smaller body out of his grip, I quietly tip-toed out of the room and went downstairs. I blinked to myself as I glanced out the window, seeing rays of sunshine come through the blinds.

“I’m housing a serial killer….”
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