MURDERER

//day//

One day later...
Your POV

I looked in the mirror, my legs numb due to how long I had been sitting in the next chair.

My room was quiet other than the soft music playing in the background, the lamp on my desk being the only light source.

The nightmares began coming back, it's like I could feel his hands on my body all over again.
Jeff only added to the nightmare fuel, his smile was literally imprinted on me. The bruises and scars, the constant giggles and whispers that sounded just like him rang through my mind.

Something that happened never goes away, on the abuser it just seems like the regular but to the abused it replays in they're mind every day with only more bruises to add on to the thoughts.

"I just want help." I whispered, looking in the mirror it wasn't me. The girl I was before was alive, she had friends, she actually liked herself.
But the girl Infront of me was tired, memories flashed through her eyes like claws trying to rip her soul apart.

"HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT ME!" I sobbed, slamming my fists on the desk, I arched forward as I let myself rest my face on the cold wood soon becoming damp. It was about him, maybe even Jeff.

"These Laughing Jack x reader books are crazy! I would never of imagined doing half of the shit that's in these!" A raspy voice called out behind me, looking over Jack was sitting on my bean back and scrolling on my phone. "What the fuck are you doing?" I growled, resting my head in my hands.

"You were talking about fanfics so I just wanted to see what they're about! 'he moaned in my ear while'-" "Jack just stop! Bro why the fuck you reading smut? I thought I taught you better!" I huffed as I walked over to him and snatched my phone away, quickly adding the book to my library. 😏

"What? I was just trying to see what you were so worked up about while talking with Isaac." He sighed, looking up to me. "Wait, let me guess, you just come in my room doing random shit don't you?"

"Yeah."

"It's called my room for a reason, dipshit."

"What? It's not my fault I walked in on you and Isaac sucking on eachothers faces."

"JACK! What the fuck? You could of said something!"

"It would just make it embarrassing, plus, it was pretty funny." He chuckled as he stood up, fucker looked like a damn tree compared to me.
"Seeing my best friend, making out with her best friend." He smiled, looking down on me he grabbed my chin with his claw like hand.

Why this shit always happening to me?-

"Yeah, what? You wanna suck on my face bitch?" I asked, raising my eye brow as I searched behind his smile. "I just thought it was our greeting." He pouted, his mood instantly changed. "Mhm what about it." I growled, grabbing his wrist and pulled his hand off of my face. Suddenly I saw him bend down to my height and pulled my face towards his, I swear to all mighty I'm going to kick this bitches ass.

Pushing him away I stepped back, looking at him as I felt revolted. "You can't do that." I stated, it triggered memories I didn't want to remember.
"But it's our gesture, I thought you liked it?" He questioned, standing back up to his full height.
"Just, don't do it again without me saying yes." I sighed, crossing my arms over my stomachs.

"Okay...does it have anything to do with your uncle?" I heard his raspy voice ring through my ears, at the thought of the guy that hurt me made me want to lash out. "No." I lied, turning away I crawled into my little hide out under my bed.
Jack followed and sat on the pillows, his grey eyes watched my body movements most likely trying to figure out what was wrong.