Dawn - 4
I blankly stare at Jeff, and feel my pulse quicken and throb, almost painfully, throughout my wrists, finger tips, chest, and neck. I mutter "Jeff", repeating who he claims himself to be. I say it softly, but enough for him to hear and answer. He nods slowly, and my mind automatically recalls the way he hummed his name. It seems so familiar the way he said it.. I think I've heard it in my dream before, when I was still here in the hospital, or knocked out. How long ago was that..? Seems like forever. Somehow the image of the man named Jeff wasn't the man sitting next to me... but my attacker. Though his voice was the exact same soothing voice of Jeff over here.
Jeff looks at me, his eyes piercing mine. I am the first one to glance away, as I sit here in silence. I feel myself shyly run my hand up my arm, and feel my skin rub against the burning cuts I've gotten from the broken glass.. His foggy blue eyes look at my hand when I pull it back, and I see little spots of blood dripping. I