Insanely troubled- Jeremiah Valeska fanfic

Chapter thirty three

Everly turned around, groaning slightly as
she half-opened her eyes, only to be meet by piercing daylight making its way through
the curtains. She laid in bed, the covers wrapped neatly around her. For a peaceful moment, she thought absolutely everything was an awful nightmare and she reached
her arms out to embrace her beautiful boyfriend who she expected to be
laying by her side. He was not.

That's when she noticed the bed looked nothing like the one she usually slept in
every night. As her eyes drifted suspiciously through the room she noticed something
else too. She had never seen this room
before in her life. She got up with caution
as she glanced down her body. She was wearing one of Jeremiah's oversized t-shirts.

She strolled over to the door, to open it and
see if someone was in the house with her,
but it was locked. Frustrated, she reclined
back onto the bed.

There had to be some reasonable
explanation for all of it, and it couldn't
be what she thought it was. Perhaps they
slept over to someone, but she plainly
didn't remember it. But, why then
would he lock the door?

She sat there for minutes, just speculating. That was until she heard the door getting unlocked and the handle turning. She prayed that Jeremiah would wander in looking like his usual self. That nothing was wrong.
The door finally opened and her heart
seemed to shatter into bits. It wasn't what
she had hoped for. Instead, he was with skin
as white as snow, reddish lips, and black hair.

Without uttering one word, he sat himself
on the edge of the bed making her
jump slightly in fear.

"Don't you dare come near me" She
muttered out as she crawled out of the
bed, backing herself up to a wall.

"I would recommend for you to sit
back down, I wouldn't want to hurt you"
He spoke out smoothly as he pulled
a pocket-knife out from the back
pocket of his pants.

Everly tried to keep a calm composure as she let out a deep breath and sat down beside him, her shaking body however betrayed her.

"You're scared of me, aren't you?" He said scanning her face fascinatingly as if she
were an object in a scientific lab. His
hand reached up to her face as he
took a strand of hair behind her ear.

She slapped his hand off her aggressively,
her eyes glaring directly into his. "I don't
want the hands of a murderer anywhere
near me"

As she looked into his eyes something within them seemed to have shifted at that comment and she could swear she saw a glimpse of his old self. It looked a lot like guilt, even sadness.

"Jeremiah?" She whispered under her breath.

"Oh, god!" He muttered out as his eyes
traveled down to the knife in his hand,
he instantly dropped it. His eyes whatsoever were still glued onto his two hands, and as she looked at them she could see they were shaking. "Oh, god, wh—what have I done?"

She immediately felt a sense of relief at his show of emotion. Maybe, he was snapping
out of it? Maybe he was still able to be saved?

"Miah" She spoke softly this time, putting
her two hands on the sides of his cold
cheeks, "Is this you, is this you?

He had started crying and Everly
couldn't help, but to wrap her arms
around him to comfort him. However,
as she locked eyes with him again she
hastily realized he wasn't crying,
he was laughing.

"You say you don't want the hands of a murderer anywhere near you, yet, the second you see a sign of your "precious Miah", you throw yourself over me. Quite pathetic,
if I may say so" He spoke out, his cold and unfamiliar voice once again returning.

Everly backed away ones again, a feeling of devastation buried into her chest, a feeling
she had seemed to grow familiar to the
last twenty-four hours. She wondered if
he found it so easy to manipulate her
now, is that exactly what he has been
doing since the day they first met?

"You've failed to come to grips with the
fact I've always been who I am now,
although you've always known"

It was like his voice was drilling into her
head, she didn't want to hear anymore.
She wanted to be left alone.

"If I knew from the start, I wouldn't
be here right now" She replied bitterly.
It wasn't fully true, but still not a lie.
For if she could have a minute to think
about it, she would probably choose to go
back to where it all started in a heartbeat.

"Oh, but, you would" He replied confidently.
"You see, you Everly Mills is broken, that's
why you choose to become a therapist, to
fix anyone's miserable problems so you'll
forget your own. That's when you found me. You attract the unfixable and try to mend it"

"—no-no" Everly let out louder than she had intended. It was as if he had gotten inside her head and was reading out every little thing she had repressed or not even known of herself.

"But, what you seemed to forget was that as you put your darkness to the side, neglect it,
it only grows stronger. One could even say
that in some ways you're just like me.."

"Shut up!" She yelled out angrily.
"I'm nothing like you"

"Is that why you killed mad hatter?" He pressed, his eyes full of nothing but
darkness, he was enjoying this.

"It was self-defense" She argued, yet
her voice was uncertain. She was at
her breaking point right then, she had
endured so many horrible things in a
so short time. She couldn't handle it all.

"But you found pleasure in it, didn't you?"

"I said SHUT UP!" She screamed out
with tears in her eyes, taking a hold of the
knife he had previously dropped, and
putting it up to his throat.

A sinister smirk made its way onto
his lips, and although the knife was
pressed to his throat, he had no fear
of getting closer. "There she is"

Her brain told her to put the knife down, gather herself, but her body told her
otherwise. "Let me go, I want to leave now!"

She thought about poor Bruce, the last
thing she remembered was him being
thrown into Jerome's grave. She needed
to know if he was fine. She needed to
know how much damage Jeremiah's bomb
made and if Jim Gordon truly was dead.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. I have far
too great plans for you to ever let you go"
He replied coolly, taking a harsh hold
on her wrist as he jerked the knife
out of her firm grip.

"That's it for now" And, just like that
he got up from the bed gracefully,
and staggered over to the door.

"Don't leave me in here!" She yelled out desperately. The walls had seemed to come closer to her for every minute that had
passed. She didn't want to be stuck in here
for god knows how long, all alone.

But, he didn't reply nor acknowledge
her voice whatsoever as he shut the
door. Ones again disappearing.