Jeff the Killer: Jeffx(M/F)Reader, Confession

"Alex, I'm supposed to check your back before we go to the mall, remember?"

I stood by the door in my jeans, jacket, scarf, and hat.  It had been really cold that day, the beginning of winter.  Shifting my bag higher up on my shoulder, I shuffled my feet uncomfortably.  "I have to get the clothes now, Destri," I said with urgency.  "We'll have time for that later."  I already had his front door open and was standing halfway out.

He stared at me a moment, and I held my breath.  Maybe he'll buy it.  Nope.  I turned around and quickly hopped down his porch steps when he ran at me, and I speed walked up the sidewalk a bit to put distance between us, watching him the whole time.  He sighed and gave up pursuit, shutting and locking the door behind him and jumping over the steps onto the sidewalk.  "Alex, you're acting like a kid," he said, walking after me.  I just turned back around and walked so that the distance between us remained the same, hunching my shoulders against the cold wind.  So what.  You act like a kid all the time, I moped, huffing at the ground.

We were passing the woods.  Don't look into the woods.  He'll be there and you'll have to make some excuse for leaving again and you'll get hurt.  Just stare down-

Suddenly Destri was walking level with me.  I stopped to back away from him.  How'd he get there so fast???  He's up to something.  But he raised his hands up in the air in surrender.  "I'm not doing anything dude," he said, walking slightly ahead of me with uninterest all over his face, as if that would prove it.  I've known you for the longest time, Destri, I think I would be able to tell your real emotions from your masks.  I followed him warily.  He's never not doing anything.  But his dark grey eyes didn't give any hint of mischief behind his black bangs, so I kept walking with him.  He's in a t-shirt and jeans.  That's it.  How can he stand this cold?  Just looking at him makes me shiver...

Soon we reached the mall, weaving through the cars in the parking lot to get to the doors.  It was really crowded today.  I wonder if there's a sale somewhere.  There was so much shoving and pulling that I just let Destri do the leading today.  He pulled me through the crowd and all I could do was hang my head down and cover my eyes to keep them from being gouged out by all these fingers and zippers and backpacks.

When I could finally glance up, I realized we were in the bathroom, white and green tiles sliding from the floor up the walls.  Completely empty except for us.  What-

"I'm not going to force you to show me," he said, standing really close.  Oh.  This.  His eyes were wide and focused, letting me know he meant every word.  "I would except I want you to know that you can trust me.  You don't really have a choice because I would make you show me anyway, but you might as well think you do."  His eyes were completely honest.  I think.  He's searching mine for what happened.  With Jeff.  And I can't stop him because I'm a wuss.  He's figuring it out.  The way he's looking at me I can tell he knows.  "You can trust me."  His whisper brought me out of my hypnosis.  Can I though? I thought, still just staring.  The decision must have been evident in my eyes.

Getting Destri involved in this will get him hurt.  But I need to tell someone.  I can't deal with all this pain myself.  So even though I knew I was condemning Destri to the same fate as mine, I nodded.  I'm such a jerk.  "Ok," he sighed, releasing his breath.  He stepped over to one of the stalls and pushed the dull green door open gently, glancing back at me with uncertainty.  I don't want to do this.  It'll hurt him.  Even as these thoughts were in my head, I slowly walked through the door past him and faced the wall.  Don't do it.

"...You still gonna do it?" he asked from behind me.  No.  I nodded.  I'm not going to do it.  No one deserves to be brought into this for me.  I took off my jacket and scarf, and slipped my arms through my shirt and lifted it tenderly up to my neck, above the bandages.  I'd put new ones on this morning, with fresh neosporin.  It was a sloppy job, combined with the medicine had it slipping down my back, painfully tugging at the skin.  I winced and held my breath, stiffening myself against the pain.  This isn't that big of a deal.  Why is it that a normal bully like Jeff is such a bad thing for you?  What makes him so special?  Why does he make you shiver and weak at the knees and in pain and so scared?  Why is it that just the thought of him, of his torn, ripped up face, makes you want to kill yourself?  Why is this so big a deal?

I could feel Destri's hand peeling back the bandages to peer down inside them at my back.  The eerie quiet of the bathroom, with just the sound of the rush outside, had me focusing completely on Destri's breathing.  I wonder if he could read it at that angle.  The pain was so intense that a tear leaked out of its own accord.  I'm so weak.  So stupid.  It's no big deal.  Jeff is no big deal.  He's every normal bully.  This is normal.

"When did this happen?"

The quiet was broken.  "Um... yesterday," I said, releasing my tension as he slid the bandage back down.  I pulled my shirt back over my arms and quickly wiped my eyes.  This is so embarrassing.  "It's no big deal."  You're stupid for crying, idiot, I told myself over and over.  I didn't turn around, just took forever putting my jacket and scarf back on.  He was staring at me.  I could feel it.  It hurt.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.  I wiped my eyes again before turning around to face him, breathing deeply.  His face was apathetic, but his eyes were full of pity.  Great.  Just dandy.  "Um..." I sniffled, unable to keep it in too well.  That lump in my throat wasn't leaving easily.  "Just a monster."

He tugged my jacket sleeve and  pulled me gently out of the bathroom, back into the thick, rushing crowd.  He was looking at me with pity still, but with something else too.  I was too tired to place it.

"I'll get you one," he shouted over the noise.  I nodded and focused on not crying in front of the whole mall.  It felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders.