Stole my Heart, Not my Kidney (Eyeless Jack Fanfic)

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       That was a year ago. The scar healed, but its still there. Luckily, it didn't cut my eye so I can still see fine. The scar looks like the one Scar has in the Lion King. Every morning when I'm putting on my make-up, I don't put any make-up on it. I want people to look at it as if it were a battle scar. Not something that I should hide from anyone.

       Everyday I look in the mirror and see that scar. I remember that terrible memory. I am proud of myself everyday though. Its something I should be proud of.

       I got everything ready for school. Today was the last day and I packed only my yearbook, pens, and stuff for my eye. Nobody needed to bring anything on the last day. Nothing we need to learn. And the stuff for my eye, well, it starts to create puss when it pops so I need ointment in case it pops.

       I hugged my mother and walked out the door. I began walking slowly to school. Every since the incident, I wasn't afraid of anything. Not even the thought of meeting him again. My confidence grew drastically. Any sudden movements or rustling, I would just walk pass it. Not a care in the world.

       Nobody in the school could scare me. When it came to popping out, switching the lights on and off, yelling in my ear, shaking the table, you name it. Can't scare me. The trick is to expect the unexpected. Simple as that. And apparently I'm the only one who can expect the unexpected.

       Speaking of this, my mom got worried that I would be attacked again, so she signed me up for karate. This also helped with expecting the unexpected. I became the top student in the class. Only because I had a reason for self-protection.

       I made it to school safely. Like I always do. I walked through the doors and imediently was asked, "Can you sign my yearbook, Helena?" Everyone knew my name because of the incident. I was practically famous at my school.

       "BOO!" a familiar friend yelled in my ear from behind me. I just stood there, expressionless, staring at her.

       "Faith, you know I'm not afraid of anything, so just give it up," I said calmly to her.

       "Oh, come on Helena, you and I both know your afraid of something. I'm going to figure it out sooner or later," she said joining me as we walked to class. We had the same first and fifth period.

       "Well, have fun making a list this summer of things that won't scare me," I said.

       "Thanks," she said sarcastically. I laughed and walked with her the rest of the way.

       Everything was just as you would expect the last day of school to be. Loud, busy, and crowded. I just slowly walked through the crowd. Go with the flow of traffic. It was passing period between forth and fifth. I had music, so I walked to the music room. Our teacher was very enjoyable. She was wacky, funny, and a good teacher. Whenever people would walk in her room, they would have a smile on their faces. The class took me away from the distractions of the world. It was my favorite class.

       Since today was the last day, we had to clean out our instruments. I played clarinet, so I had to get the sip out. Gross, right? She would always put the radio on when it was the last day of school. An urgent news report popped.

       "On the corner of Hesperian and Bockman, there has been a massive massacre. Kidneys were reported missing from each of the victims. If you are around this area, we would advise you to lock all doors and windows," the report said. Our school was right down Bockman, so our teacher did as the radio said to do. The intercom came back on.

       "Attention staff and students, we are having a code red lockdown. Please lock all doors and windows and close all curtains," the intercom buzzed off. It was just like when it happened. Except all of the office people are still alive.

       We were told to be as silent as possible. The murderer wasn't on campus, so we just fiddled our thumbs until they caught the guy. Although I don't know if they would catch him. If it was the same guy, he hasn't been caught for about a year and he strikes again. He is probably going to come after me.

       "Ugh, I'm so tired of this," Faith said standing up and yelling to the teacher. She wasn't the sharpest TAC on the wall.

       "Faith sit down and be quiet," I whispered.

       "No, Helena, I can't. We're trapped here and something bad is about to happen. Look at your eye. Do you want that to happen to your other eye?" she stated.

       "Yes, I do. I am proud of my scar. It gave me the strength I have today. So if he barges through those doors, he can go ahead and scratch me up some more. Its just giving me more strength every day," I said standing up facing away from the door. The class's jaws dropped, including Faith's.

       "Now sit down," I said sternly. She just stood there frozen.

       "What?" I asked her. She pointed to the door. I turned around and saw what the class had been afraid of.

       The man. The man that had scarred my face was standing at the door. It was made of glass, so he could see through it. He looked at me and wrote something on the door. He wrote it in blood. He wrote:

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