(Third Person Limited Sierra's POV)

"Nngh," Sierra grunted in pain as she slowly woke up. Her head was throbbing and her whole body was sore. Rational thoughts had yet to form in her mind as she comprehended where she felt the most extensive pain. Her head, her ribs, and her ankle felt as though they had been hit with a baseball bat.

"Please stay still," a calm male's voice spoke. The owner of the voice could have been one foot away or five feet away and Sierra wouldn't have been able to tell, the voice echoed through her pulsating headache. "I'm not very good at this. It's not exactly my thing."

Sierra groaned once more as she began to form more rational thoughts. Her eyes squeezed together instinctively each time she felt a stinging poke in her forehead. Slowly, the girl groggily opened her eyes and shrieked. A male's face was inches away from her own. The boy's face was focused, his eye brows pulled together tight in strained concentration, his eyes studying a spot above her eyes. Waking up to someone's face so close to your own would spook anyone, but that was not what scared Sierra.

It was what was wrong with the boy's face. His face was the whitest face she had ever seen, whiter than any albino's face, whiter than white paint, whiter than any mayonnaise-obsessed sour-cream-white nerd. His eyes were a dark blue, almost black. His long unevenly-cut brown hair hung around his white face. His eyebrows black and what seemed like smudged eyeliner under his eyes. But his smile is what really got to Sierra. The boy in front of her had a smile that stretched far larger than what any normal person should have. The smile was different though. His lips did not stretch with the smile, in fact his lips were in a tight frown, but the smile continued. It was fleshy with dried blood lining it. Stitched closed, the two gashes from the corners of his mouth stretched back to a little bit before his ears. It was obviously an old wound but it had not healed properly. The image of such a face and the fact that said face was so close to her snapped her awake.

"Get away from me!" Sierra shrieked while crawling backwards away from the mutilated boy. As she moved back away from him, a sharp sting went through her head as she felt something being pulled. Sierra's back hit a hard wooden wall and some thin metal hung at her mouth, attached by a clear string from her head.

Sierra's heart pounded against her ribs, wanting to break free as she took in the scene in front of her while memories of the night before flooded her mind.

'Blood. Blood everywhere. Mom. Her head…' Sierra's stomach did a flip, 'Dad. Laying on the ground. Man. White hoodie. Run. Killed.'

The scared teen girl's eyes bugged out of her head as she took in the appearance of the male in front of her. He looked to be in his late teens from what Sierra could tell as she observed his physical stature.

'I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. I took melatonin last night and am still having strange dreams. I will wake up soon and all this will be over. I will be safely in my warm bed. I will walk out of my room and into the kitchen and dad will be cooking while mom drinks coffee. This is just a dream.'

Sierra repeated these affirmations in her head and squeezed her eyes shut, counting her lucky stars that when she opened her eyes what she wished to be true would be. Sierra counted down from ten and opened her eyes.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE! HELP! PLEASE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Sierra's screams changed from hysteric pleads to shrieks as the white faced teen leaned towards her with his arm outstretched. Sierra began to flail her arms and kick her legs while increasing the octave of her screams at his visibly angry face.

"SHUT UP WOULD YOU! AND STAY STILL!"

Sierra froze, her scream instantly cut off as if someone had flipped a switch. Her breaths were fast and shallow as her heart beat fast in it's cage. The terrified teen's eyes widened even more as the male in front of her crawled closer to her. It was only now that Sierra realized she was sitting on a mattress. The girl fisted the raggedy blanket below her as she kept the rest of her body as still as a statue. Her eyes jumped back and forth between the boy's face and his moving hand, which steadily got closer to her face. Sierra yanked her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut as the hand became inches away from her face. She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt the fingers brush the side of her lip. Despite all the fear and frantic thoughts racing through her head, she was rather shocked that the boy's fingers were rather soft.

Sierra felt a pull on her forehead and then a sting, then something inside her forehead being pulled, then another sting a tiny bit below the other, then another pull. Sierra's breathing gradually slowed to long shallow breaths as the stinging and pulling continued, however she kept her eyes tightly shut. Finally there was one last tight tug and a snap of something breaking. Sierra felt the presence in front of her move away.

"There. I'm all done."

The girl stayed frozen in her position for a moment, unsure if it was safe for her to move. Believing that the boy was no longer on the mattress with her, Sierra slowly turned her head while opening her eyes to look at her kidnapper. He was sitting on the dirt ground in front of the mattress organizing what seemed to be a small pile of medical supplies. Sierra stared as he made a separate pile for bandages, gauze and other medical creams, disinfectants, and medical tape and wraps. He didn't look at her once as he organized this pile. Sierra brought her hand up to her forehead and touched where there had been a stinging before.

"Ttttsssss…" Sierra winced when her fingers applied pressure to the area. Gently, she brushed her fingers over the spot. What felt like stitches held a wound closed, the area was mostly clean except for the obviously once-gash that had dried blood and white blood cells drying on it.

'He cleaned and sewed my forehead…' Sierra thought with glazed eyes, her mouth slightly agape. Shortly after though, she narrowed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows furrowing into a tight line.

"You… you killed my parents," Sierra whispered out.

The teen finished arranging the medical supplies and stood up. He looked down at the traumatized girl with an emotionlessly calm face. Sierra glared back up at him, her eyes filled with sad anger as liquid beaded the corners.

The boy shrugged and turned his attention away from her, reaching down to pick up a plastic milk gallon filled with water. He brought the gallon up to his lips and gulped some down.

"You killed my parents!" Sierra growled with more authority.

The standing teen took the jug away from his mouth and held it down for Sierra.

"Thirsty?"

"What else did you do? You monster," She snarled.

The teen shrugged, placing the cap back on the jug of water, he put the jug back on the ground next to the mattress. Sierra's hostile, pained eyes followed her kidnapper. He sat down at the wall across from her, seemingly the farthest location away from her that Sierra could tell as she glanced around her location. She was in a wooden shack with no floor, the wooden latched door resided in the center of the wall between them. Many of the bottoms of the wooden boards had been chewed away, letting the cold air push into the shack. It had to be only forty degrees out as Sierra shivered, still in her baggy pajama shirt and black leggings. She looked down at the mattress with a old raggedy blanket, then at her ankle. Seeing her ankle made her realize just how much pain was emitting from the body part. Her left ankle was wrapped with a medical wrap, medical tape held a thick branch to her ankle and leg. The whole thing seemed to be wrapped in an excessive amount of medical tape and wrappings.

Sierra looked over to her perpetrator, who was staring back at her with an ever calm emotionless face (if she ignored the never ending forced smile). The girl's eyes narrowed at him.

'What does he want with me? He didn't kill me, but he kidnapped me. And he's taken care of my wounds. What does he want with me? Is he going to torture me? Use me for ransom? Then why did he kill my parents? Maybe he's going to sell me. Or rape me himself. I have to get out of here.'

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A/N

So what do you guys think so far? How's my version of Jeff? :D Is he adequate? Lol. So there is this box somewhere below this chapter. It says something like "Leave a comment" or "Leave a review". Please do what it says. It's making me nervous…