Blinded Boy (Eyeless Jack)

03: Possible Truth.

As the day progressed, I ended up going to work, taking the place of someone else. The manager told me to just come in now and not tonight, considering that the murderer is still loose and they didn't want me to be the next.

I sat behind the register with my arm propped up, bored, and waiting for the next person to come through the door. Amber and Tracy weren't here. They typically worked the last shift since their schedules are different, including mine. The worker, Brittney, asked me how I was able to take the shift now. I explained that my parents didn't want me at school, but said nothing about work. She even explained that one of the workers had called, asking to get her shift changed to tonight and luckily, here I came, asking for another shift.

Brittney walked off, leaving me at the register. Only two people worked this shift, which was rather nice. It wasn't as hectic as it is at five to seven, considering that's when the majority of people got off. From three to four, it would be almost dead, same goes for eight to ten. Working here wasn't the hardest, just as long as you had decent social skills and good with a register.

The time flew by quickly, noticing that Amber and Tracy had pulled up and sat in their cars for a little. I cleaned up a little, then headed to the back room to gather my things, and head home before my parents got there. Michael and Anna didn't leave the house like we were told. Anna was probably watching tv, or messing around with something on her laptop for school. While Michael had to be locked away in his room, playing video games.

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By the time I walked into the bathroom to change, Anna yelled, saying that our mom was home. All I could think about was how close I was to coming home too late and getting scolded. I neatly folded my work pants and grabbed my shirt, walking into my room to place them down. I'd wash them tonight after everyone goes to bed. I go to lay on my bed when Michael opens my door.

He held the door with his head peeking from the side. I raise an eyebrow at his expression. He appeared bored, but his eyes just seemed to bore into my soul. It was getting weird, then again, it usually was like this. He would stare and watch me all the time, whether we were at home, out with mom, or even when I was in middle school. Everywhere I would look, he would be there, watching me and those whom I associated with.

"Can I help you?" I pull my legs up on the bed, then crossed them.

Michael stepped into the room, then poked his head out the door, looking left and right, and to the left once more. He closed the door, leaned against it to brace it, so no one could get in easily.

"Anna and I have agreed not to say anything about you leaving, she may not want anything in return, but I do." He crossed his arms.

I give him a puzzled look, not truly understanding what he meant. I thought to myself for a moment, trying to piece it together without having him explain. That ended terribly. I had no clue what he meant by that.

"Since I'm not gonna tell, you'll cover for me when I need you to. Okay?" He got off of the door and headed over to the bed. I just rolled my eyes and shooed him out, agreeing before he turned back to the door, watching him fully leave the room.

As I fell back, I sighed and closed my eyes. The memory popped into my head again. That young child who was all alone, then the news talking about a murder. It could have been anyone in that green outfit, and aside from that, the murder took place right down the road from the gas station. When I saw the child, he was closer to the school and it would have taken a long time just to get over there. There's no possible way...

I laid one arm across my torso while the other was laying on my forehead. The thoughts still swarmed around in my head, and even if that were the case that a small child could be there, witnessing or even helping sent a chill down my spine. The kid would be traumatized by seeing that-well, anyone would be. If the kid was helping, that would be terrible. Would they also get tried as an adult or be put away elsewhere?