Behind Doors {Jeff The Killer x Reader} 10

The first three periods weren't as bad as you thought them out to be. They went slow and were antagonizing and most of the time it was just you trying to keep your eyes open and head raised because the teachers were asking more questions than usual. Which was out of the norm. Classes were more reading than talking; the change was a bit tiring in your opinion.

But with the lack of sleep and your paranoia and your bruised body, everything felt like it was too tiring. Which was also another great thing that you felt tired, because apparently Karmelia had noticed your lack of caring towards covering up the cuts and bruises and made it her duty to give you her sweater.

You wore it the whole day.

And truthfully, you were thankful, because you got a lot of worried comments on your appearance. The dark bags had become prominent and you now sported two bumps, one in the side of your head and the other at the back, not to mention the slight-darker mark on your neck and some minor cuts in your cheeks.

Your group of friends jumped to conclusions quickly and instantly assumed that the nightmares you had become so infamous for had been starting again. You remained quiet, any attempt to prove otherwise would lead you to lie, and lying under pressure was something you weren't exactly good at.

Karmelia also tried her best to remain at your side throughout the day, but as luck had it, your schedules were different and she only had two classes with you this school year, plus she was part of the school’s Choir, which took her afternoon hours away. You weren't mad or upset about it, a little bummed out and scared, though you really didn't want to think about it.

It wasn't her fault that she had signed up for Choir after school classes, when you join the school in your first year, activities were things that the freshmen were often encouraged to join. Sadly enough, you hadn't had that privilege. At the time of joining the school, your parents had already made appointments for your first whole school year to be spent at the school’s counselors office, to help you get rid of your fear.

You were actually thankful for it, it made you want to speak out and socialize with other people your age, even if they were all girls. At least, it was a better way of handling things instead of the way you were previously coping with. Which was by isolating yourself and not eating, food was something that you rarely seeked out in that time.

Speaking about food, it was probably time for lunch anyways.

Your gaze flickered to the wall, past various other heads, where the clock stood at. Sure enough, just as you confirmed the time for lunch break, the bell rang and the classroom was most definitely almost empty when the bell had finished ringing. The only three remaining people, plus you, were two other girls and your Social Studies teacher.  Both the girls were talking among themselves in hushed tones, probably about something that they didn't want the teacher to hear, before walking out.

You quickly followed after them, giving the teacher a small smile before walking out of the classroom. The halls were full to the brim with other students and you tried to make your way past the other students, muttering apologies as you bumped into some who weren't moving, or whom you accidentally bumped into because of the other girls pushing. 

It wasn't long, but certainly felt like an eternity, until you caught sight of the cafeteria. Waving your way through, you actually managed to set your hand on the double doors before you felt a hand on your shoulder and your body instantly went rigid.

Was it just you or did the whole hall go deadly silent.

 “[Name], hey!” Karmelia greeted you and you relaxed, sighing audibly loud. The background sounds were back, good.

“God, you're going to scare the living daylights out of me.” You smiled before pushing the doors and entering the cafeteria, Karmelia trailing behind you before making her way to your side. She grabbed your hand and led you towards the line.

You leaned against the wall as your eyes trailed off towards the beginning of the line. The cafeteria was crowded, which was particularly weird seeing as most of the girls preferred to have lunch out in the main yard. You didn't make a comment about it though. Instead relinquishing on the smell of cheese-sticks and pizza.

Your gaze trailed off towards the tables, looking to find any recognizable face from your group of friends. A small noise managed to slowly make its way into your train of thought before hands were literally shaking you. You blinked and looked at Karmelia.

The line was far away by this point and other students were cutting ahead of the two of you.

It wasn't until Karmelia snapped her fingers about three times in front of your eyes did you notice her lips were moving. You shook your head. 

    “I’m sorry, what?”

The female grabbed your hand and pulled you forward trying to erase the space between the line and the two of you. When you turned your head to look at the sides, still trying to find your friends, she grabbed your face and made you look at her.

Truthfully, it took a lot of willpower to not get away but you did flinch and she noticed this. Her eyes flashed with what you could only assume was either pity or guilt, you prefer the first one to the latter.

    “Eyes here pal. I was saying that the group decided to have lunch out in the yard.”

Your eyes widened, “Wait, the sisters stopped allowing students to have lunch outsi-“
    
    “Yeah, well, they don't have to know.” She brought one finger up to her lips and winked at you. Your eyes widened even more and you were beginning to stutter out incoherent things, managing to get some eyes settled on the two of you.

If your group of friends was planning on going outside without the sisters knowing then that meant that there would be no authority looking over your friends, it meant that if something happened no one would notice until it was too late.

It meant that if you went out, he could appear and you-

    “Jeesh, relax [Name]! I was just kidding.”  Karmelia tried to hide her nervous laughter by pursuing her lips. Brows furrowed she leaned in towards you and looked at you directly in the eyes. “Question. What makes you nervous? Going outside or not having authorization to go outside?”

Your face mimicked hers and a single thought went through your mind. Scooting back a bit you sent her an accusatory glare, “What did you mean with the first option?”

    “[Name], half the school knows you woke up outside covered in blood.” Karmelia answered, going back to her own personal space as she let you have her words sink in to your brain. You were currently having trouble absorbing them. 

    [Eye colour] eyes looked at her face, searching for answers. After what felt like forever you asked a simple question.

    “Wh-“ 

    “Next!”

Karmelia’s eyes widened before she looked behind her. Sure enough, she was the next in line to get her food. Grabbing two trays, she handed you one before muttering what sounded like ‘rude’ under her breath. A small smile managed to slip into your lips before you picked out stuff after her.

While she settled for two slices of pizza, you went with one, a yogurt, and at least five cheese-sticks –obviously this earned a questioning look from the lunch-lady but you sheepishly shrugged-  and some fruit. After that, you followed after Karmelia out of the cafeteria.

Once out in the halls, were the noise was less prominent, you asked your question.

    “Okay, now, Why-No. How does the whole school knows this?” You were genuinely curious. When you woke up you didn’t encounter a single soul, no one.

Karmelia shrugged, “You know how rumors are around here. The question here would be: what were you doing outside?”

You lowered your gaze when Karmelia looked at you. “Honestly, I don't know.”

You tried to take a breath. This was hard… it was different that one time in the nurse’s office, because you really didn't recall anything. But now you did and the ‘bear story’ sounded so much more appealing than the original one.

Honestly, if you could pick one of the stories, you would go with the real one. If it didn’t mean having to be seen as crazy by your fellow classmates.

Whether Karmelia believed you or not, she made no signs to show otherwise. Instead she stepped up her pace and you tried to do the same, “Well, there was a dead bear found outside and you weren't found that far away from the poor little thing. So now everyone either thinks you're a killer or you sleep-fight bears.”

Karmelia snickered at the silly ideas and you couldn’t manage to hold in a laugh. This was better… it was a change at least. It made your worries go away for a little bit.

    “Okay. What do you think it was?”

    “Honestly, I think you’re probably a master of Kung-Fu and a bear-assassin when sleepwalking. [Name] The Angel Of Bear-Killing.”

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname but didn't comment on it. Once the two of you were nearing the doors, you made sure to speed up so you could open it. Not a hard task when you didn't have a lot of stuff to carry. You waited until Karmelia stepped outside for you to do so, counting one from to ten to ease some nerves that made your legs feel like jelly.

Outside was nice, the day was cloudy but felt warm. The sun's rays peeked out from the small gaps that the clouds didn't filled in and the main yard was peaceful. You stole a quick glance at Karmelia who shrugged sheepishly when she noticed you had spotted the other students outside. 

    "C'mon, do you actually expect us to go against the rules?" Karmelia snorted before motioning you to follow her. That you did, trying to refrain from looking out into the woods near the gates. You swore you had seen some movement but you quickly discarded it.

    "No. But then again, I'm friends with the same group of girls who decided to wear the sisters's clothing just for the sake of it." You accused, to which Karmelia let out a small laugh. You noticed that she waved towards your group of friends, sitting just underneath one of the trees. Your stomach did a flip and you bit your lip.

This was the same place where you first met Samantha.

    "Guilty as charged! But c'mon! It was priceless! You could see it in their eyes, Sister Johan was practically crying and thanking God that he had guided us to the right path-" Karmelia stopped, having to hold in her laughter but failing at it. You shook your head and walked ahead, sitting down on the grass and setting your tray down just besides you. You offered each and every one of the girls a smile and a greeting.

Instantly after Karmelia sat down and was still laughing, everyone began to dig in on their lunch, talking or complaining about anything that happened on their classes. Obviously, some questions were addressed towards the sweater you were wearing and some questions were directed towards the 'bear incident' to which you really did not answer fully.

At some point though, the words that were being spoken failed to reach your ears when you again, caught movement just behind the trees. You squinted your eyes trying to see what it was, but every time you stared for too long or didn't answer when you were called your friends began to try and redirect your attention to them.

It was when the group's chatter faded a little bit, did you notice Karmelia's presence was not besides you. You frowned.

    "Where's Karm?"

    "She went to the bathroom... hey, I was wondering. Where is your bookbag? You didn't have it when you came here." 

Your eyes widened, your hand went to instantly touch anything by your side. Sure enough, your bookbag was not on your form. Going quickly through your memories, you let a groan slip out from your mouth when you realized that you had forgotten it on your last class. A.k.a the most furthest classroom in the whole school.

    "Ugh, I left it at Sister Johan's classroom." You sighed, standing up. Better go get it now when there  were still students roaming around the halls. While the thought of going alone was nerve-wrecking alone, you couldn't bother the other girls  to accompany you... and waiting for Karmelia would most likely end up in getting late to your next class. The halls were a hell to walk through, it was best to go get your bookbag right now.

    "Um, If Karmelia comes back before break's over. Tell her that I'll be dropping off some stuff later in her bedroom." With that, you set off to get your bookbag. Jogging up the steps and into the main building, you didn't waste any time in setting to get as fast as you could to the classroom. You could hear chatter, which was good. Extremely good, you barely thought about the fact that you were currently alone. 

When you were about to round a corner, a single dark notebook caught your attention. Jogging halting to a stop, you realized that the notebook was yours. Frowning, you went to pick it up, and upon doing so noticed that there were about five more, each further away from each other. 

    "What the..." You mumbled, picking up the notebooks as you went. Finally, reaching a classroom where the last notebook was dropped at, you noticed that inside the class, where the door was mid-open, was your bookbag. Bending down to pick it up, you yelped when a hand grabbed your wrist.

The door flew open and you were pulled inside, the door closing behind you with a click. Before you could scream there was a rough hand covering your mouth. Your eyes moved towards the owner's hand and was met with icy-blue eyes.

Oddly enough, you weren't shaking. Instead you were trying to get his hand off of your mouth, which he found annoying by the looks of it. Slamming your body into the door, you let out a wimper but managed to glare at the male. 

    "Stop.ignoring.me." He growled out each word. You watched as his free hand went to look for something in his pocket and you tried to backaway. Closing your eyes, you were expecting him to take out his knife. Instead, the sound of keys made you open your eyes. He was holding a pair of keys, confusion settled on your eyes.

    "And after I go through all the trouble of cleaning up your room, and this is how you fucking repay me? by ignoring me?"  He rolled his eyes and you quickly combined one and one together. Frankly, you weren't even sure if you were scared or disgusted by the thought that he had actually been inside your bedroom.

No. He had keys to your bedroom. Probably both.

    "Don't make a noise." He ordered and dropped his hand from your mouth. He didn't even wait to see if you would run away, he just dropped his hands. The two of you stared at each other for what felt like the longest time in the world.

    "Why..." you asked, barely above a whisper. He seemed intriguided by your response, because he raised an eyebrow.

    "What was that?"

    "Why... wh-how are you doing this?" You shook your head, frowning. You didn't even care that his gaze had flickered to your hand, the one that was trembling and trying to find the doorknob. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying this too much.

    "You'll have to be more specific doll." He grinned and you swallowed back the 'don't call me "doll" you freak.'

    "How are you moving so easily through out the school without anyone noticing?" You wanted to also ask why you were the one being targeted exactly.

    "Oh." He clicked his tongue. "Well, it just so happens that when Jeff The Killer wants something-" He eyed you from head to toe and you shuddered. 

    "There's absolutely nothing that can stop me. Plus, you're alive, so it must mean that you also want something from this little game."