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Save My Love

"Y/N!" Jack's startled cry from upstairs echoes through the entire apartment, startling me awake. I sit up on the old and sunken couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and groaning softly. The same shout comes again, this time more panicked and desperate. My stomach begins to do flips as my mind races through millions of possible reasons that Jack could sound so scared now. In a hurry, I lurch to my feet, making a deadbolt up the stairs to Jack's recording studio. The door is shut, drowning the hallway in an unsettling darkness. The only light in the entire hallway comes from the small crack beneath Jack's door, washing a small yellow glow into a section of the carpet.

I hear an angry shout and a curse as Jack then begins to complain about how he burnt his arm hairs on a candle. Today's Halloween so Jack wanted to carve a pumpkin to celebrate and that'd be his video for today. Nothing extraordinary. Just pumpkin carving and (candy) corny puns. As for me, my Halloween plans were to scare away trick or treaters with a prank door sticker (a knife stuck in a pad taped to the door and bloody handprint stickers with the words "you're next" written in fake blood next to them) and then take a nap until Jack was finished recording his video. There's a movie in the DVD player downstairs and an unpopped bag of popcorn sitting in the microwave. In honour of Halloween, we're going to watch a scary movie. It was Jack's idea though because he knows how easily I get scared by horror movies. Can you imagine if those movies were real? I'd probably be the first to die in a horror movie, in all honesty.

As I reach the door, I notice something very disturbing. It almost makes me want to turn around and run back down the stairs. But I can't. I'm braver than that. The light above me flickers the second my hand covers over the doorknob of Jack's studio. A shiver creeps down my spine––as if someone's fingers had just trailed their way down my skin––forcing a startled squeak from my lips. I whirl around, my back pressing against the door, accidentally twisting my arm behind me as my hand keeps its grip on the doorknob.

Jack stands in front of me now, his eyes narrowed as he looks at me curiously, a devilish grin on his lips. His presence startles me because, for one, hadn't he just been in the studio, shouting not more than a minute ago? And why does he look like he'd just gone through a computer glitch themed indie horror game? His skin has a faint green tint to it and his eyes have a menacing glint to them that makes me freeze in place. My mouth opens to try and find something to say but I'm quickly silenced by Jack's index finger as he gently pushes my chin up to shut my mouth. He then puts it to his own lips in a silencing gesture, a wink flashing itself my way before he disappears.

My heart nearly pounds out of my chest as I attempt to comprehend what had just happened. That was Jack, but Jack's in the room behind me. Isn't he? There's only one way to find out, I suppose. I turn around shakily and push the door open. The lights dim immediately and the air grows heavy, reeking of pumpkin guts and melted wax. I cough softly, trying to waft the scents away from me as I step into the room.

Jack sits at a table he's moved to the middle of the room for the video, seemingly unaware of my existence. He's staring straight at his camera now, eyebrows furrowed slightly and head tilted as if something was confusing him about it. Something isn't right, that much would even be obvious to a toddler. I scramble to Jack's side, not caring if I'm on camera or not and shake his shoulder gently. He doesn't respond immediately but when he does, it's like he's snapped out of a trance. His ocean blue eyes gaze up at me, looking dazed. Suddenly, he shakes his head, eyes shutting briefly before he takes a deep breath once more, his eyes settling back on mine. He takes me by the elbows, turning his chair to face me completely, and pulls me down onto his lap as his arms wrap tightly around me.

"Whatever happens, Y/N, I love you." Jack whispers, his accent thick as panic, paranoia, and guilt wash over him. I'm so confused. What's he talking about? What's going to happen? Who was the man in the hallway? Jack buries his face in the crook of my neck as he mumbles sweet remarks and sad apologies to me. My hands find his chest and I push him into the back of his chair. It bounces back a bit, startling me momentarily before stopping in its original place.