Kitten and Yarn. (Eyeless Jack, Sequel.)

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>>>Kitten Drowned<<<

I sat on my small couch and waited for something interesting to happen.

It's always been boring around here, I'm sure it wasn't anywhere near this before Mom was gone.

I can't even call her mom, I didn't know her what-so-ever.

Slenderman has told me I look exactly like she did; black hair, red eyes, and the blood poured from them most of the time.

To me, I looked like my father. But, Ben and Jeff have raised me up until fifteen, then both went back to mourning over her like idiots.

She's gone, I'm not crying in my room every day.

Then again, I never met my mother. I'm sure she's beautiful, if Ben had fallen in love with a human, she must've been special to his cold heart and somehow he found room for her in it.

I love my father, I do, he just can get emotional by the mention of her name.

Jenevee.

And he would sometimes have hallucinations of her in his bedroom, it's pretty sad; but I would too if my soulmate passed away.

I decided to see how Jeff was doing.

I stood up and turned to the stairs, walking up them and into the white room of Jeff's.

I clapped my hands indicating I was here.

He didnt move from the position of staring at the ceiling.

I clapped again.

No response.

I walked over and pulled off his sleeping mask.

He sat up and his eyes went wide.

"Jenevee?" I read from his lips. I shook my head and signaled a cat.

I watched the clear water escape from his eyes and I wiped them for him.

"Don't cry." I signaled and he swung me into a tight hug.

I litterally felt my ribs snap.

Something in my smacked the back of my head and told me to hug back.

I obeyed and pay his back to calm his blubbering and tears that poured from his eyes like waterfalls.

Jeff released my waist and I read : "I'm sorry Kitten." I just nodded.

I was deaf, so they had to be very forward with how they spoke, but I've increased my intelligence on how to read lips, so everyone didnt have to signal sign language with me just to communicate.

I walked past him and left to visit my father, just to make sure he's been cooperating.

I walked in on desks flipped, mattresses torn, and a puddle of tears leading you his television screen.

And that's a normal day for me.