SURVIVOR

// Metal on my hands //

Later that night...

I heard the door close shut Infront of me, opening my eyes and looking up, Jeff stood by the door while he let small blood droplets fall down and into the carpet.

I didn't get up, I just watched him from a sideways point of view.

"Aren't you going to ask me where I was?" He smirked, walking over to the desk and let the bloodied knife fall onto the old wood. Our eyes followed the blade, mine quickly followed his back to view trying to cause less suspicion.

"Where were you." I whispered, sinking further into the mattress as he approached.

"Digging my pretty little blade into pretty little bodies, don't worry love...your on the top of my list."  He dropped to a squatting position, resting his hands on the curve of the bed right next to my head. I gulped thinking of his victims, others out there like me.

"Hm, you're not crying...did I break you too soon?" Jeff taunted, resting his chin on his scarred hands.

"I'm fine." I stated, keeping eye contact.

"How much I would just love to see you cry though..let's have you stay harm free for atleast another weak hm?" He lifted up my chin, making me sit up on the mattress.

"Fine by me." I growled, grabbing his wrist and forced it away. He gave out a chuckle as he stood back up, backing away.

"I'm going to take a shower, doubt you want blood in bed...unless your on that time of the month." He gave a shit eating smirk.

If it were b/f/n I would of laughed, but I only furrowed my eyebrows in anger and disgust.

"Go take your damn shower." I huffed, backing away and leaned onto the headrest. "I figured, also...don't do anything stupid." He spoke before walking to the small bathroom that was located on the far side of the room.

Once the shower was on and the rummaging stopped, I decided I could get out of bed for the day.

My bare feet fought with the old carpet, stretching, I began to look around the room.

Clothes, knifes...alot of knifes.

Picking up one, I recognized it.

It was my pocket knife, I let out a scoff and slid it into the pocket of my sweatshirt. Looking around more, I found nothing useful besides the television.

"Don't ever turn on the T.V or radio when I'm not here."

So that was off of the list.

I walked back to the poorly made bed, letting my sore body sink into the mattress.

It stayed quiet, I could hear Jeff talking to himself once the shower was turned off and he must've stepped out.

Honestly I never thought he showered, but yet again he would always go working when I was asleep and he somehow managed not to smell like shit and pot...so I would like to believe he's clean.

The bathroom door opened revealing Jeff, his black basketball shorts and a grey shirt hung loosely on his body. His hair was held up in a ponytail, dripping wet onto his shoulders which made me cringe.

Ugh.

I covered myself with the comforter once more, feeling safer under the warm cloth. He picked up a few items and put them into they're spots, and walked up to the television switching it on.

A old show came on;  M*A*S*H

After watching the theme song, he sighed and came to sit by me on the bed.