*Jeff The Killer love story*
Marley's life was attacked by a serial killer. He would do anything to destroy it. But soon finds that he can't.


6. Chapter 6

        I opened my eyes to blinding white. I started crying again, afraid I was still blind with the horrible white light. Maybe I was dead.
        "No, don't cry." A dark head cut into my area of sight. It took me a moment to recognize Rebecca's features.
        "R-Rebecca?" I let out.
        "Yeah. You're in a hospital. You were in a car accident."
        "Where's my mom?" My eyes still struggled to adjust to the light.
        "With David in the cafeteria." She said, sitting down in a chair beside my bed. "So do you know how it happened? The car accident, I mean."
        "I think a deer ran out in front of my car." I shrugged. Had the man with tentacles been one of Jeff's buddies? A creepypasta?
        'He resembled Slenderman.' I realized. 
        "Stupid deer. They should have learned by now that the road is not for them to play on." Rebecca said, shaking her head.
        "Don't blame the deer. We invaded on their world."
        "No, they invaded ours. Adam and Eve, remember?" She smirked. My mother and David walked in at that moment, carrying trays of food.
        "You're awake!" My mother exclaimed, setting her food on a small table by my bed. She rushed over and crushed me into a hug. 
        I hated hospitals. Being in them alone at night terrified me. Thinking of how many people died in the very bed I was lying in, sent shivers down my spine. 
        When the last nurse that would visit me for the night left, it was already 10 o'clock. My mother, David, and Rebecca had left a few hours ago and I had read, trying to get my mind off of things. 
        As the nurse left and clicked off my room's light behind her, I peered around my room with wide eyes. I had a right to be afraid of the dark.
        At some point, I fell asleep. But, woke only a few hours later in a cold sweat, gasping for air.
        It was standing in my room, it's white faceless head grazing the ceiling. I tried to scream but only air bubbled to my lips. I clutched my throat, willing a sound to come out. I reached behind me for the button to call the nurse. It was just out of reach.
        'WHAT'S THE POINT OF IT THEN?' My mind screamed. I felt it's tentacles reaching for me and began dryly sobbing. I threw my body forward, desperately reaching for the button and fell from my bed. My body crashed to the floor. The force of the floor against me pushed out a shout. The tentacles were only a few feet from my body. Dizziness passed into me. I took a deep breath and forced out a scream. The tentacles felt only inches away. I screamed deafeningly and prayed for someone to come. 
        I threw my hands over my face as the tentacles were only inches away.
        Coldness pressed against my arms. "NO! NO! NO!" I screamed, slapping the horrible man away.
        "Marley, stop!" A voice commanded. I forced open my eyes and stared at the nurse. It hadn't been tentacles; just her hands.
        "Look!" I threw out my arm and pointed to where the tall, faceless man had been standing. She whipped her head around only to see the ordinary hospital room. He was gone.
        "What is it?" She asked warily. Had I imagined the whole thing?
        "I thought....It was just a nightmare." I whispered. Shaking, I gripped my arms. The nurse stared at me for a moment, then nodded.
        She helped me into the bed and asked me if I needed anything. I shook my head and pulled the think blanket covers over my head.

        It felt only moments later when I felt something tapping my shoulder from the other side of the blanket. I pulled the blankets down the see Jeff standing there, looking down at me. 
        "I won't let him hurt you. I won't allow it." He said, sitting down on the bed beside me.
        Slowly, I sat up and looked at him. "Since when do you care?"
        He smiled. "I always have."
        "You have a funny way of showing it."
        He laughed. My eyes narrowed. He seemed like a completely different person. 
        "I know." He paused, then frowned. "I'm sorry." He was staring intently down at my bandaged arm. Lightly, he ran his fingers over the wrapping. I shivered at the cold of his touch.
        "Why does he want to kill me?" I asked quietly.
        He was silent for a moment, still tracing his fingers up and down my wrist and hand. "It''s against the rules for a creepypasta to fall in love with a human." He stopped his fingers and looked up at me. We stared at each other in silence for a moment. 
        "Slendy's kind of the leader of our bunch. As much as it pains me to say that." He gave me a small smile. It was impossible to say how I could tell the difference between his real smile and the ones caused by the one drawn into his cheeks.
        He was gazing down at my hands again. Slowly, he picked one up and flipped it over so he was staring at the palm. 
        "Which one is supposed to be your life line? I never bothered to learn stuff like that." He said, running his fingers over the grooves in my palm. 
        I shrugged. "Me neither. Never believed in those kinds of things." 
        "Or just of late?" Jeff smirked, referring to finding out about the existence of creepypastas.
        I pursed my lips. "No, I just don't think that's possible. To have your day described in advance according to when you were born or your body knowing when it was supposed to die."
        He had a thoughtful look on his face. His gaze flickered to the digital clock and back.
        "It's late. You should sleep." He gently pushed me down onto the bed. As soon as the back of my head touched the pillow, I closed my eyes. 
        I felt him press his lips to my forehead. "Goodnight, my poet."

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