MONSTER

Messed.

Your POV

I pushed myself off of the counter and walked to the table, watching Jeff's slow breathing I assumed he was calm, So by this he wouldn't freak out on me. Sitting next to him I felt a wall between us, and being the person I am I always apologize even though it should be the other person.

"I'm sorry, I let my emotions get ahead of me." I sighed, setting my hands in my lap and digging my nails into my thighs. "Why do you always apologize? Stop being nice to me. Leave. Don't treat me good, all I do is treat you like shit." Jeff grumbled, He went from sad to frustrated. I knew why I always apologized, it was because It always felt as if I did something wrong and I wouldn't want the other person to be mad with me.

"I don't know why I always apologize, I know you don't mean that. If you did you wouldn't of spent all that time with me and protecting me." I sighed, releasing my thigh that soon began to bleed.
"Maybe I'm a good actor." Jeff sneered, turning away from me in his seat. It felt as if the whole world stopped, my heart stopped beating, my blood ran cold. He didn't mean that, he loves me. If he didn't who else loved me? Without him no one cares about me. If he never truly cared about me and he killed everyone who loved me and I loved for some game I'm done, and now that I think about it he would do something like that.

I slowly stood up out of my chair and backed away from the worse thing in my world, my breathing became heavy and my vision began to spin.

"You... You monster. It was all some sick game wasn't it?! Wasn't it!" I scream at him, my emotions poring out of my eyes. He slowly got up and turned around, his smile freshly cut. His hair matted like a wolves and his eyes wide with a pitch black center. Blood dripping down his body and out of his mouth, he looked insane.

"I am a monster y/n, you just didn't catch on. A monster can't love it can only hate." Jeff growled, his gaze making my eyes cry even more. I stood about two meters away from him, his body was trembling. He wasn't himself, something else was telling him to do this.

"Fine, I guess your right Jeff. I never loved you I just lied the whole time knowing my life was on the line and humans are selfish, that's something you just needed to wrap your head around." I hiss, standing tall. But really I felt small, like a rodent face to face with a rabid feline.

Those words I spoke were true, more than true they were absolute facts. Jeff seemed to calm down, his fists loosened their grip on their palms.
A liquid other than blood started falling down his face, tears. He stumbled back and leaned against the counter, he held his face in his palms mumbling random stuff.

"I'm so stupid."

"She hates me."

"I killed everyone I loved."

"They will never forgive me."

"I'm weak."

"I deserve to die."

I came to realize this man didn't think he was on the top of the world as he acted but he knew he was the scum of the world but didn't want to show it. His words were sloppy as he cried into his palms, it was clear he was sychotic but also very hurt mentally. His violent out bursts were late reactions from a child hood trauma or something he couldn't forgive himself for.

He felt weak, and needed to find a way to feel stable and have power again.

Seeing such a man in power but now weak made my heart ache, but my soul felt stronger gaining higher ground. Seeing your attacker in pain felt good to see, to say the least. I knew If I went near him it would just put him into another violent out burst.

All of a sudden Jeff ran over to me, I thought he was going to attack me so I quickly covered my face with my arms and shut my eyes but was embraced with a tight hug. The smiling man began crying into my neck causing my skin to become damp, his tears making my hair wet. His sobs were loud, the killer who was a man a couple of minutes ago was now a crumbled up little boy.

I began running my hands through his black hair, I could feel is lips opening and then closing each gasp for air he took. It was hard running my hands through his thick strands because it wasn't brushed but because he was a foot taller than me.

"I'm sorry I'm a shitty boyfriend... When I'm like that it's not me! It's a voice in my head that takes control like a monster that just causes trouble and makes me take the blame!" He hiccuped, this was the first time Jeff was... Weak.

He never opened up to me, he never showed weakness around me. But now he was showing who he really was, hurt.

I pulled away from his tight grasp, and locked my hand with his leading him out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards our bedroom.

"Damn where the fuck were you two?" A low but playful voice asked behind us in the hall, I quickly turned around making Jeff turn also, Just to be faced with L.J. "What are you doing up?" I asked, taking a step forward and Jeff doing the same.

"I was bored as fuck, So I decided to come here and see if anyone was up or active. But I guess you two were~" The tall clown giggled, then walked Infront of us descending into the darkness of the hall.

"Where does he live?" I ask turning to face Jeff.
"He has his own little circus type shit, the spirits that he was once were their imaginary friend he kills them and takes them to his fair ground type stuff. It's really fucked up." Jeff huffed, scratching the back of his neck.

I don't respond, and we continue walking to our room. I guess I don't see alot of people here, maybe they have their own homes but when the police are in their asses they come here.

Soon me and Jeff came to the beat up wooden door and walked in, shutting it behind me I look back Infront of myself to see Jeff already curling up in bed. It's weird, he goes from trying to kill me to me comforting him.

I slide my sweatshirt off and walk over to our bed, standing by the desk and looking out of the window above it. It's funny how someones life could change so quickly, but what irritated me the most is that I don't know what is to come.

I look over to Jeff, he had his sleep mask on. He's really only a killer when he's in raged, but he still kills people so that does make him a killer.
And I'm about to get into a bed with a killer, trusting that he won't put me to sleep.

I'm okay living this way of life, I just hope it doesn't get messy.