Sapling In A Forgotten Forest (Eyeless Jack x Reader)

Chapter 3

It had been a couple weeks since the start of the school year. Currently, it was October 17th. It was a little chilly outside, but not cold. Part of you wished it was.

Today had been going normally. It was al.ost the end of the day, even. But, something happened. You can't remember what. Not like you want to.

You had gone into a sort of mental episode. Again, you don't remember what you were doing before, but you came to surrounded by your concerned fourth period and a police officer making her way into the room. A couple of questions were asked, and you were on your way.

A student, Amberlynn was her name, had told you that maybe it was your mental state or something. You were babbling about not having a stomach. Maybe you should see your doctor soon.

You wished it were colder. Maybe it is, in another place. Colorado, perhaps. Illinois, definitely. Maybe you should move up there. Get away from those woods, away from this place.

Jackson was waiting outside, asked you if you were okay, asked if you wanted to be walked to your car. She asked a lot of questions, but questions were how she learned. She had once said a teacher limited her questions because of how many she'd ask.

Your car started, and Jackson raced away, running up to Hannah and Connor. The latter looked subtly annoyed by her presence, but it didn't look like she noticed. Jackson had a habit of not noticing things.

The drive home felt like it took hours. You were tired and hungry. You wanted to take a shower and sit in front of the TV. You wanted to eat and lay in bed. The indecisiveness is real.

The door was unlocked when you got home. Strange. You locked it before leaving. Perhaps you should lock it and stay with someone else for the night. You really didn't want to go in.

On the porch was a couple of chairs, each with a cushion, and some walking sticks. One had been shaped to a point on one end. Better grip, your mother had said. Not like you cared.

You grab it and open the door. Everything looks undisturbed. Perhaps you were going insane. Perhaps you always had been. Perhaps it will happen eventually.

You close the door behind you.

The house is empty. What next?? Maybe make some food. You're still hungry, after all. The pantry holds some Ramen packets, cereal boxes, rice, snacks, bread, peanut butter, and more. A sandwich sounds nice. You grab the bread with one hand.

Your choice of sandwich meat and sliced cheese are next to be grabbed from the fridge. The walking stick has been set down at this point, resting against the counter.

Well, now you have two sandwiches and a possible home intruder. Hopefully they're friendly or gone.

Tapping from upstairs told you otherwise, if you had heard it. The person upstairs had a plan. You shouldn't have survived last time, and you won't this time.

He's hungry. But, he'll wait until you're asleep this time. You deserve that small mercy, in his "eyes".