Distance||Eyeless Jack

Five

Jack brushed his fingers along the dust-covered walls, leaving trails. The old, fading yellow wallpaper used to be covered in light pink crayon drawings and bloodstains, but they'd faded away, along with the very essence of this place.

But he still loved it here. The locations of his family were still unknown, but he vowed to bring them back, and revive the broken ties. "Soon.." He whispered, his voice made louder by the echo of the empty halls.

A door sat ajar just a few feet away from him, but until he took another step, he wouldn't be able to identify where it led to.

He reached out, pushing it open farther, and peered inside. He couldn't see it, but he could identify it because of the lingering scent of several year's blood build-up.

This was where one of the others used to sleep. Kill.

Kill.

Something about the word was off-putting today, but he couldn't quite place it. Maybe he just needed some fresh air. It was kinda damp here, and the air was thick with the scent of mold and dust.

He shut the door, and it emitted a soft click, before he turned, and headed towards a set of stairs that would guide him right down to the door. But, there was a table in the middle of the hall.

Which he didn't see until he got closer.

[Quick A/N: Jack is nearsighted. Him being blind would make writing this out a bit difficult.]

He pushed on it, but it was taped and nailed to either side of the wall. As if somebody intended to provide an obstacle.

Jack picked at the duct tape, managing to remove it, but the nails would be much more difficult. So he took a few steps back, and delivered a powerful kick to the table, ripping the nails out of the wall. It lay on its side now, and he kicked it once more.

But the stairs. One of his worst enemies. But he had learned to make due in the past. He surely could do it again. So, he did the only thing he could think of. He slid down the rail, just like he did when he was a kid.

And ended up slipping and falling off at the end.

Just like he did when he was a kid.

With a low groan, he got up, and smiled slightly. He hadn't done that in so long.

There was a bruise forming on his shoulder, but he didn't mind much. Jack opened the door, and was greeted by a cool wind that probably wouldn't have been as cool as it was, had he been wearing a hoodie, or a shirt.

But, in the end, what's so wrong about relaxing out in the cold, completely shirtless? Jack certainly didn't see a problem with it.

Jack took a seat on the stairs, glancing over at the old Pepsi™ can one of the others used to use as an ashtray. To be honest, he'd expected it to be blown away, but here it had remained, rooted to its spot, as if awaiting the return someone.

So, maybe in a way, it was like the faceless man that resided inside the house. And Jack. It was like Jack too.

They were both awaiting the return of their family. But Jack would find them and bring them back.

Then this place may be whole once more. But, was it even whole in the first place?

[So, chapter 5, done and done. Quick question though. Are the chapters too short?]