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Behind Doors {Jeff The Killer x Reader} 11.5

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White… how calming.

You blinked slowly at the walls, breathing deep and calmly into your wrist, hair obstructing half your vision as the sound of hushed chatter came across the room. You could feel eyes on your form, yet you never dared to turn and face them, you could almost hear and feel the sorrow that came from your guardians. Your mother was sobbing, you guessed. Hard to tell when all you could hear was something akin to silence but quite not there.

In fact, you weren't even sure if you were even awake at the moment.

Time seemed to slow down a whole lot. From the moment they found you in a park, left naked and wounded and disoriented, to the questioning and the attention you were getting from both nurses and doctors. You would stare at them, try to not break down and cry because nothing was wrong.

Why were they saying you were a rape victim? You were okay, you weren't violated. You're a good person, things like those didn't happen, it never happened to your friends or relatives, why should it happen to you? It was a ridiculous idea that made your stomach churn, with laughter? Doubt? It was a stupid thought, really stupid.

It almost made you feel like they were telling lies about you, lies that despite you saying how things really went, no one bought. They all looked at you with the same eyes, that stupid feeling of pity present in every single orb that gazed down upon your form. 

How you hated that look.

Pity only made you recall their stupid lies, how they claimed that you were assaulted, and how they would be getting the guys who did this to you. They won't find anyone, you'd say, you were never raped. Things like those only happened in movies.

You were okay.

You'd say, you were okay, I am fine please s t o p asking! 

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Men s c a r e you. You realize one day, your father speaks to you about wanting to sign you up for self-defense lessons and you nod your head like the good kid you are, but you do so in order to not look at him in the eyes. His eyes remind you of someone you're not fond of, you scare away from his touch and cringe when he speaks to you. You become wary when he lowers his voice and lowers his stance to be able to crouch and look at you and he demands for you to look at me you haven't looked at me in MONTHS 

I'm your father, I'm not going to H U R T YOU

They also said that.
and they lied.
why should I  T R U S T  You?

Sometimes, actions speak louder than words. 
Your father learned this the hard way
when his little angel no longer clinged to him
when staying in the room went from being
awkward to sad
to frustrating
to depressing

And a small part of you, the one that was afraid of touch and afraid of the looks, would sigh in relief and speak to you when you were clouded with guilt (because it's not his fault stop treating him like this) and that little voice, would speak little soothing words and tell you everything's fine. Don't trust their lies.

You're okay. You're not wrong nor were you tainted.

It does a strain in your relationship with your family. Your father no longers look at you, he doesn't speak to you. Not because he doesn't care, your mother spoke to him, you're sure of it. When you're locked in your room and you stare at the walls (they're not white and therefore you are safe from the lies) and you can hear through the walls his agony and pain and demands to know if he's responsible, if he's the one at fault here. Your mother calms him down.

Let [Name] take her time, the doctor said this is normal in victims. She's in denial.

No. They're wrong, they're the ones in denial.

And you stay looking at the walls inside your room because lies and memories do not come in here. You are safe from the voice that sounds just the opposite of yours, from the touch of bigger hands, from the looks, no matter what. But they look and observe and they all want the same thing.

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She was looking for it.
She probably enjoyed it.
If she was actually raped she wouldn't d e n y it.

You lower your head and skip out on meals. You only hang out with the girls who don't bring on the subject that is not a subject because it's fake. The others get frustrated and call you a whore when you deny something that never happened, and more rumors start to arise that come from the first one. And you get frustrated, because hearing this stories make your stomach want to throw its contents out.

The other girls still give you t h e look but you learn to deal with it. You smile and laugh with them, you feel safe.
(you're not exactly sure why but when they bring their boyfriends along you evade them at all costs)
and you don't get to feel safe when people CONSTANTLY mock you
they pester
ask
and annoy
and when you finally snap and break down and cry
you can't do much.
They lose interest.

(good, that is good please do not pay attention)


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She gives you nothing more than two suitcases. You never check the contents, instead you're slowly starting to realize that there is a sound that is slowly coming back into your life. Your mother speaks of a school.

You instantly scowl

It's entirely for females.

Why am I going there?
You're getting help.

You ache to deny that there's nothing to help, but a small part tells you that this is great. amazing, spectacular. 
It's a new beginning with no guys. You can overcome the fear that came out of nowhere.
You accept, there's one condition.
You'll get H E L P

and you do.
And it's the best thing you've done in your life.

Then you meet him



I'm F R E E 
two months without school
this is a joyous time, let us all rejoice.
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bUT of course this was bound to happen ha I'll be leaving for NY this friday and I'm not sure
If I'll be able to update, however, updates will be a thing that you guys won't have to wait much longer for now.
I'm finally only a year away from graduating high school and this is great and amazing.

I did something different for this chapter, I've been reading some purple prose lately 
and while I do feel like getting into it, I'm not sure I'll be able to portray it correctly. 
Have some flashbacks. We'll be back with the regular chapters next. 


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Please excuse any grammatical mistakes, they should be pointed out
so I can fix them as quickly as I can! Critiques are always welcomed
and appreciated <3 



Jeff the Killer belongs to his original creator.
You belong to yourself.
Story/plot belongs to PrincessSakura1221
Art belongs to Me also. I have it on my tumblr. 
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//HOLDUP I forgoT YOU WROTE FOR CREEPY PASTAS OMG AHHAAHAHA IMMA STALK YOUR GALLERY (again)PRINCESS