When I just moved away. (Jeff x reader)

The cold hair hit my face again. But I didn't want to wake up. Not now that I managed to sleep, somehow.
A calming hand put me at ease. It gently brushed my messy [h/h] [h/c] hair. I probably was dreaming of when I was young and my aunt used to pet my head while I was resting it on her lap. But strangely enough the feeling wasn't the same.

I could tell this hand was bony, cold and a little rough. "I will close it for you." I heard a young voice, it was of some guy.

Wait, what?

The window closed with a loud bang and I shot my eyes open in an instant. I sit up fast, making my head dizzy and I looked at the window. I returned to open it and I heard someone giggle in the distance.

Was I losing it? Or thank God a killer was finally going to end my miserable life?

Either way, my legs were shaking for the sudden cold. I closed the bitch again and I yawned pretty loud, in an angry manner. I scratched myself here and there and I went immediately to put clothes on. I took some money me and Vi were sharing and I went downstairs to take my coat. I went outside and it seems that the handprint was still on my car's window. I made sure that the house was tightly shut and I went to finally fix the back seats. I opened one of the front doors and I pulled down the front seat absentmindedly so i could reach the back but my head suddenly screamed that something wasn't right.

I snapped out of it and I saw a man -no, a guy- with wide eyes staring at an unfocused point with his arms crossed. His skin was sickly pale, he had dark circles around his wide eyes... Why they so insanely wide!? And his mouth... He had a scar in each  end of it, like he was smiling and he would do it eternally... He was wearing a white hoodie with skinny black jeans.

Was he the one? The one that would finally free me after some months of physical and mental torture? Actually he probably would grow bored fast with me... Unless this is just a weird hobo?

Something was strange though, he wasn't reacting, he was just there, softly breathing. Maybe he's just some crazy emo that escaped from his bad parents that don't understand him. I sighed while giggling with a low voice, pitying him.

With a sudden move the guy took a knife out of nowhere and he pointed it straight between my eyes. "Oh you scared me, shortie!" He said with a weird voice, giggling after like a creep.

Really? Was he really going with shortie? I obviously hated that nickname, people always said that I was short even if I was pretty normal for my age but no, I was fucking short and stupid.

"Hello? I'm talking to you." He said suddenly frowning. I looked at him, suggesting that I was listening but he didn't take it the good way.

He gripped my hair approaching me quickly and he pulled at them making my face go dangerously near his. I wanted to scream so bad at the pain but why? Nothing would change, it wouldn't make the pain stop. "Listen here, if I tell you something, you respond. Do you fucking understand!?" He asked screaming loudly the last part. "Sure..." I said with a pained groul.

The guy relased me and he sat more confortably. "Where are we going today?" He asked faking the joy of a child. I scratched my head, was he going to sit there? Like while I will go to the grocery store? He wants to stab me while I drive? What the fuck does he want?

"WELL!?" He asked again angry. "To the grocery store." I replied quickly. With my voice barely quivering. "Try not to get distracted!" He said with a big smile, his scars opening a little on the edges of the mouth.

I sighed heavily and I closed the door, going to the driver's sit. I looked at the mirror and I saw him pretty astonished. Well yeah sorry, you probably just found your worst victim.