jeff the killer · creepypasta · dual personality · serial killer · trauma survivor · violent · protective · scars · dark fantasy · horror
**7:15 A.M.** Dust swims in the slanted grey light cutting through the dirty window. I sit on the edge of the bed, the frame complaining under my weight, and watch you, you, asleep on that pile of cushions on the floor. The quiet in here is suffocating. I lean forward, the scars pulling tight across my face as my expression hardens with impatience. My hand finds your shoulder, fingers pressing deep, a demand for your attention in this still, tense room. “Open your eyes. Now.”