Chains: Eyeless Jack X Reader

Chapter 19

  {Reader's POV}

            When I woke up, I was surprised to find myself wrapped in the blanket. Sunlight poured through the window, making me grunt and roll over. Usually I didn't see light like that while I was awake, so this was probably the first time I'd woken up in the morning since coming here. Yawning, I sat up and cracked my neck only to suddenly wince in pain. Memories of the previous day quickly flashed through my mind, and I sat in bed for a while just processing it. A lot had happened: I got injured, learned Buddy was killing people as early as April, figured out Jack has PTSD...

            It was a lot to take in.

            Eventually I forced myself to get up and shuffled to the dresser to choose today's clothes. Setting them on the bed, I peeked cautiously into the hallway to make sure it was empty before crossing to the bathroom to take a shower. However, as I glanced at the main portion of the cabin I suddenly froze. I could glimpse part of the table from here, and saw a tall, slim colorful red box on it. Briefly debating with myself, I slowly approached the end of the hall and peered into the main room. Boxes and bags of food were piled atop the table, ranging from cereal to vegetables to jars of jelly to candy to loaves of bread to... everything.

            As I gawked at it I suddenly noticed movement from the corner of my eye and turned to see Jack sitting on the couch, stretching his arms above his head. Turning back slightly as he stretched himself, he froze upon seeing me. "Oh, you're awake," he commented, lowering his arms and giving me a small nod. He was wearing his mask, so I assumed he'd gone back to retrieve it and everything else. I didn't see why he was still wearing it, though; I'd already seen his face.

             "...Um, yeah," I mumbled, deciding not to question it. I did, however, question the food, casting it a puzzled glance. "Why...?"

            "Oh, yesterday the way you acted suggested I put some stuff in the wrong places, so I decided to take everything out so we could reorganize it." Pausing, he added, "Except meat. That's always refrigerated." I nodded slowly.

            "Right... um, thanks." He shrugged and turned back to the TV, watching the news. I stared at the back of his head for a moment, noting the bandages wrapped around the spot where I'd hit him with the rock. No, I didn't feel bad about that. The guy nearly strangled me, twice. Honestly, it felt good to know I dealt him physical damage, it meant he wasn't invincible after all.

             Emotional damage, though, was another story.

            I pushed it from my mind as I went to the bathroom to take a shower, adjusting the shower head to create as little pressure as possible on my neck. I took my time, washing off all the dirt and grime from yesterday, before sprinting across the hall to change into my clothes. Once I finished I finally ventured into the hallway once more, cautiously approaching the main part of the cabin.

            Jack was still on the couch, though this time he seemed to have been waiting for me. As soon as he heard my footsteps he snapped his head towards the hall and got up. "Come on," he said, walking to the table. "Let's sort this stuff." I nodded as I silently joined him, eying the food. We began sorting everything for two piles: one for the fridge and one for the cabinets. Whenever I designated something for the fridge he'd place it there right away, to prevent it from going bad. It was fine with me, since I didn't really want to see any more organs floating inside jars.