"Well! I missed you, too." He said mockingly while twirling his knife… which made my heart jump around faster. If that knife slipped out it wouldn't end well. But he had enough experience with that, I'm sure.
"Jeff, please. You need to go…" I muttered, not expecting for him to follow what I said.

"You need me to go, huh? You see" he paused "I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do…" he said in a threatening tone while taking a step forward. "It's because of your mother, isn't it?"

My heart skipped. He knew. He took another step, and in a flash he was hovering over me, him being only slightly taller, but his presence made him look far more dangerous.

"You don't want your mommy to die, do you?" he whispered "Otherwise, you'd love it if I stayed-"I was too angry and couldn't control what I did next, as I slapped him hard across the face, breaking the silence with the sound of the impact.

His head twisted back in my direction, and his knife rose to my neck so fast, if I hadn't moved back I'd probably be bleeding badly by now. I was backed against the wall, once again.

"I promised you it wasn't over, didn't I?" he muttered. "So, should I make you beautiful? Or you'd rather I do something else…?"

"You're demented." I said sharply.

"I've heard it all before." He smiled, making my heart thump faster. He traced his knife along my collarbone, down to the J scar. He pressed the knife in slightly, making me grimace in pain. I looked straight into his eyes.

"Why, Jeff?" His expression seemed to change once I said his name. I didn't know if it was for better or for worse. "Why do you need to do this to ME? You escaped from the hospital, and instead of running far away you decide to find me…? Why?" I asked, wishing to at least know that before he did anything to me.

After a period of silence which seemed like forever, he said "What do you want me to say?"
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Do you want me to say something like, 'Because you're special'? 'Because you're different than my other victims'?" Jeff whispered "I won't. Because you're not. You're just another pathetic girl…"

The way he said these words made me feel even more pathetic... I don't want to die as another 'pathetic girl'… I wasn't going to let him know how he'd made me feel.

"I don't believe you." I said.

"You… don't believe me?" Jeff said slightly amused. "Well, let me help you believe…" he cut the scar deeper with his knife, making it bleed all over again. I couldn't take it, I didn't want to die. I felt blood running down my shirt. Okay. Self-defense. How do I do this? I tried to lift my knee up fast, in order to kick him, but he suddenly dropped his knife and caught hold of it. I pushed him with all the strength I had, making him fly towards my bed, which took the impact of his fall, and rushed to grab the knife from the floor. Unfortunately, I was way too slow, and he tackled me. I tried to kick and punch at him, unsuccessfully, and he seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with me. I wasn't going down without a fight. He ought to know that.

"Jeff! Let me go!" I shouted, to which he chuckled.

"You'll wake up your mom…you better shut up." And he was right, I heard my mother's footsteps across the hallway, coming towards my room and stopping at the door.

"Honey, are you okay?" She asked in a worried tone.

"Okay, let me make something clear. If you try to tell your mother I'm here, I'll make her death very slow and painful. Understood?" He whispered, and I nodded quickly.

"Yeah I'm okay, mom , just tripped over…something. " I muttered. I'm not a good liar.

"Oh… okay. Goodnight, (y/n)"

"Goodnight"

"'Tripped over something'..." Jeff mocked me and chuckled. Since he seemed distracted, I tried to lift myself up again.

He pushed me back down, lifting my chin with the tip of his knife. "Don't even think about it."