Time: Maybe 1:30
Eyeless Jack took my journal and read it. He gave me three more pens. For the first time he spoke to me. He said:
"Keep writing, it will help with the hunger. I haven't had the chance to hunt in a while and gave you my last kidney the other day. So we are both hungry. Give me two day's and I'll get you some food."
Then he patted my head and walked to the door, paused and said:
" Merry Christmas, Jillian."
A serial killer wished me a merry Christmas, and called me by my first name. I'm confused and surprised. I'm going to go to sleep.
Good night,
Love Jillian
YOU ARE READING
The Eyeless
Teen FictionWhen a local gang starts murder people in neighboring towns, Jillian sees a pattern in the kills. Little does she know that she's next. Live the story of a younger women through a tragic series of events.
