Book One:Counting Days || E.J

0 | of darkness and shadows.

|| GREAT POWER WON'T ALWAYS DEFEAT THE DARKNESS INSIDE. ||

: D I S C L A I M E R :

Eyeless Jack belongs to his rightful owner

The girl •reader• belongs to herself

I do not own the music videos

I do not own the pictures used

Inspired by   |||

W A R N I N G S

violence

Gore/blood

Triggers

Cussing/bad language

Possible adult themes

: C L O S E R    I N S P E C T I O N :

An average teenage girl's life takes a huge turn in the mental state, after her lover moves away to attend to a college somewhere out of town.

Life seems to get more gloomy, her loss of her father won't be helping her. The 18-years-old young woman receives the shocking news of the disappearance of him, everything seems to go crashing down the hill.

Finding hard to go on with the normal routine she was used to, suffering from possible major depression. And other emotional ilnesses.

One day, when she decided to go for a walk in the near woods she loved, she attempts a horrible mistake and falls in the grasp of her predator that has his eyes set on her since months.

Would she be able to find her sweetheart once again? Or will she give up herself to the eyeless cannibal?

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"LET ME OUT!!"

A loud scream was ripping out of her lungs. Her dry, chapped lips started to bleed from their corners, the Ruby red, luxurious shade of blood appearing at the dry skin. Sticking on it like another layer of skin.
Her eyes darting from left to right, up and down, in desperate measure of finding out where the hell is she. The darkness that met her sight, only added gasoline to the burning fear inside of her. All the air was stolen from her system, in another horrified, bloody-murder scream. Her own call for help echoed around her, seemingly surrounding her in a circle, a circle that some would draw around them with salt to prevent any unwanted, harmful unseen creatures to come in any physical contact with them.

There was no string of light, a thread?, nothing at all.

She won't be able to even see her own [Skin Tone]-paled finger, if she reached it out to try and get a glimpse of it. Wasn't there any windows? Doors? Heck, a tiny, small hole in the ground, walls, or ceiling? It was getting harder to even breathe, the pressure of the horror that gripped her insides, twisting them in a knot that no one can untie; except for the feeling of safeness. That feeling won't be around any time soon, though.