If Nothing Goes Right, Go Left/ Xreader / Eyeless Jack

Chapter Four/ Staying in Place

Time seemed to stop. No, it didn't stop. You were sure of it, yet you lost count of it. You had no idea how much time you spent in that hospital bed. Now when you think about it, all they had to do was fix your wounds, check that you were fine and give you a day to rest; or you thought it was a day; that's what the calendar on the pure white hospital wall showed. Now, however, you were free to go.
Appearanltley the deepest wound you had wasn't the one on your abdomen, but the one on your upper left arm. They told you that you got stabbed in your arm when you turned around to run. Some of the nurses joked then, with warm smiles on their faces; 'brave one', 'fighter'.. You couldn't understand them, all your acts were ones of a scared child. But what were you supposed to do, anyway? You didn't know how to fight, and was it even possible to fight that thing that attacked you then? Shaking away all the thoughts and the eerie feeling that was slowly creeping on you, you focused on the real life, and the place you were right now. Oh right, right now you were in your mother's car, driving home from the hospital. Your little sister was sitting next to you in the backseat, speaking of which, was generous enough to give you the middle sit in the back. At first your mother didn't tell (S/N) anything about what happened, not like there was time for her to explain anything to a little kid. Your mother told you that she asked one of your classmates to babysit (S/N) for a day while she was by your side. You were pretty sure that who ever that classmate was, they probably hate you as for now. Seriously, that d evil spawn of a little sister would make anyone hate you. You just hoped it wasn't a (guy/girl) you liked- not like you actually like someone, but, oh this is awkward.
But back to your sister; it was obvious that the little monster was going to fill the whole house with questions when the three of you would get there. Lucky you, (S/N) was too focused on your mother and her forced cheery behaviour.
"So, girls, I took a, a little vacation days, of work and.. I was thinking that we should buy some sweets and, you know, watch a movie together or, and, an..!" Your mother called her boss right away at the hospital and said that she will spend the next few days at home. The look on her face pained you, yet it let a warm feeling grow inside of you, as it was obvious that she cared about you and loved you. It must be hard, being a mother...
Your sister hummed as a response; it was a happy tune; perhaps she heard it from the TV or something, as your mother rarely sang anything to the two of you.
Your mother laughed nervously and spoke up again, what she said next made your sister stop humming and you, your head turned sharply towards her; "Maybe buy some popcorn.. Oh! Oh I know! Let's, let's but some marshmallows!" Screw marshmallows, you sure as hell didn't like marshmallows anymore. Your sister however, spoke up instead of you.
"Mom no! I don't want marshmallows! Get more icecream instead, I like icecream, and I'm sure that (Y/N) likes icecream too." You were thankful to the little devil at last. Only looking at marshmallow would make you sick now. It's not like the white sweets were to blame for what happened, but it did link to that night. You didn't feel so tense anymore, and when you think about it, you're not so worried or scared anymore. You dint think about the whole attack thing for a while- by that I mean a day, you didn't think about the incident for a day. Don't take me wrong though, what happened that night was a pretty traumatic experience, but somehow you managed to 'forget' about it. At first you focused on the ceiling of the room you were in, now it was your mother who was trying her best to cheer you up, and your little sister who, by the way, had a ridiculous (big and one colored flower hair tie/big and multicolored how hair clip). You'll remember to tell her how terrible it looked later.
Your mother kept talking to the two of you, yet (S/N) was the one who always responded. You found it more calming to just listen. Sadly the ride didn't last long, as soon enough your mother stopped the car, and to your realization; you were home.
"Here we are sweeties. (Y/N)... you, do you need any, help?" She turned around with worry painting her face.
Why- oh yeah, the whole 'experience' and wounds..
"No thanks. I'm goooood- ow!" That little devil punched you with her little fist, and it was so close to the wound too!
"(Y/N) is a lier, mama!" (S/N)'s voice was high piched and she wore a small smile on her face, was it due to fact she 'caught you lying' or that she got to hit you and get away with it, like always; you didn't know. Your mother gave her a look, not too hard though. "Mom I'm fine, really, my bones aren't broken or anything.." You mumbled the last part quietly.
After a few concerned stares, your mother sighed and got out the car, and so did you. Half the way your sister pushed you out while some excited giggles escaped her little lips, then she sprinted to the house, worried mommy giving you a look of concern before she unlocked the door.
So long your mood was positive, calm, at peace; maybe. Yet as you stepped into the house and your mother closed the door behind, all of your good mood seemed to slip away. You glanced around. It just didn't feel right. It didn't feel safe. The house was pretty dark and it was so quiet. Oh you didn't even notice that the only source of sound outside was a distant dog barking in the background and the wind blowing calmly. It was so quiet in the whole neighborhood, it was dead silent in your house. And you just stood there. A depressing veil was pulled over you, a sad and devastating feeling growing bigger, then, anxiety walked in, making you hug yourself.
"(Y/N)..? Is everything okay?" You sister stood by your side as she tried to get rid of the little (sister's favorite color) sandals off her little feet. Oh look who was worried now! Little demon. You felt more at ease with her by your side, even when you didn't want to admit it, but she made you feel a bit better. You put on a smile and looked down at her.
"I'm perfectly fine. Your ugly (hair tie/hair clip) just freaks me out. Where the hell did you get it?" You of course were joking around, besides, telling a little kid about how you truly feel was useless, and why would you worry her? She's just a kid, she doesn't have to be involved in any of this.
"Hey! It's not ugly! It's pretty, you're just jealous of my beautiful-...ness!" (S/N) exclaimed as she followed you upstairs to your room.
"Beautifulness is not a word." You said calmly with a proud smile on your face. You looked at your sister to see her pout, and crossing her arms, she spoke in a more calm voice herself, "You're just jealous..!" She really did believe it, didn't she?
Before you closed the door to your room, you grinned ear to ear; "Am not." You heard an annoyed 'humph' and the hurried steps of your sister. She left.
You turned around and faced your room. All like you left it. So.. home like. Yet why did you feel so cold and afraid? Your room was completely unwelcoming, like a dirty cheep hotel room on a bad street. Not warm, not familiar, not.. safe. So, so not safe.
Only then you realized that all that time you were standing by the door in the same spot. You felt so lonely.. You could walk back down and that feeling would go away, but here you were, standing in your room, alone.
This wasn't going as smooth as you though it'll be.