June 5th, 2021, only two weeks after I met you; "

Slendy warned me. I didn't want to believe his hushed, whispered warning of Jeff, Slendys warm breath yet cold, icy tone, with a spine chilling message: I should be afraid. As Jeff pulled his knife from it's chamber, his front white and blood stained sweater pocket, I watched as it gleamed in the dimly lit room, I stared as it's holder's hands shook gently, like they were experienced, holding back, and as time went on, they shook more intently; like they wanted to jump away from his body and complete the only thing they knew how to. I glanced down at his shoes that were already bloody from his previous kill, I can feel warm tears trickling down my face as his feet stammer towards me, heavy, and slow, but with adrenaline and intent.

My body begins to involuntarily shake like prey. Frozen. I can feel the eletric current of shivers running down my back and through my whole body, it's worse than how I imagined; it's like my body knows it's going to die. More tears spill and it's silent as dust floats in front of me, specs of dust that seem to always be a constant, never leaving my sight in this dusty old room. My gaze steadily transfixes on the knife that's already coming my way, I can hear his heavy breathing and weighty footsteps clump towards me, one stride at a time, fast, yet slow, but he knows he has time. I'm cornered. I amass the courage to look my murderer in the eye, I falter, almost fall when I see how blood shot and veiny his eyes have matured from the blood lust. I begin to plea. "Jeff, please, don't-don't hurt me! Please" He swishes the knife between each hand, a smile spreading across his face, slightly breaking open the stitching stretched to the borders of his chapped, gnawed on lips. "Keep fucking begging," He jumps in what seems to be excitement, taunting me as I begin to cry even more. He begins to laugh at my stangled cries for help. "Jeff... you love me, you love me" he pauses, I look at his adams apple and my eyes scan his face, his breath halts and I peer down at his now trembling legs. "What is love." I carefully gaze at the tears about to bubble out, and gasp lightly when they explode like soda pop, spilling through his eyes like a coke that's been shaken up for the first time. "What is love! What's affection!" He screams, jolting me out of my trance. "I-I'm sorry, you've never experienced it?" I say meekly, cowering, but I loosen up by degree as the knife begins to slip from his fingers. "Obviously not!" He rejoinders, "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, but, it's- it's something like this" I take a chance, and say this softly. "Like this" Lightly stepping towards him I caress his pale cheeks, running my thumb across the stitches that almost run up to the sides of his face. "Like this" I begin to cry again, offering him a loving gaze and gentle touch.

I see his eyes begin to soften. "This?" He asks. His eyes begin to well up with tears. "This," I hug him, and let my warm breath rest on his neck as I affectionately rub and caress his spine and sides. He hugs me back, relaxing. "I... I love you May" A sigh escapes my lips as I bury my face into the crook of his neck, enjoying his warmth, and a smile quickly creeps up on my lips. I can feel him shaking and crying underneath me. I can feel his heartbeat quicken, I pull back to look at him. "Which is why I have to kill you," tears begin to spill from both of our eyes. Before I can try to push him away, like a flash of lightning, he stabs my sides relentlessly, messily, yet precise and strong. We fall as I'm in his arms and he holds me, looking into my eyes, I feel hatred for his actions. I feel a fear of his hands and his touch, but I touch his face and wipe the warm tears still spilling from his eyes; "Jeff.. It's okay." I begin to cry again. He shakes his head still crying. "Go to sleep" I begin to die off, and plunge into the underworld. A place so dark, yet so light. I think to myself, I hope I see my family. I hope I get back. I hope my Jeffrey is okay... but he's an impertinent fool... "