Blinded Boy (Eyeless Jack)

06: Utmost Importance.

The next day, I woke to a knock on a door. As I opened my eyes and looked around the room, I was trying to piece together where I was. The door creaked opened slowly, then a hand made its way in, latching to the side of the door.

"You're awake. How did you sleep," The woman peeked around the door, giving me a smile. I stared at her for a good moment of two, trying to wake up fully. She opened the door and made her entrance, gliding over to the foot of the bed before taking a seat. "I'm sorry the room's a mess, but it's all we could do for now."

She gave me a smile, then rose to her feet and smoothed out her clothing. I took the chance to slide out of the bed and take a look at the room. It wasn't even really that bad of a mess. There were boxes in two of the corners, and along with a desk, bookshelf, and dresser. In a way, it reminded me of my old room when I stayed with them.

She motioned for me to follow her, and I did. As I followed her, I tried to remember how I got here. The last thing I remember was going to the bathroom at the police station. Hell, I may have passed out and they just took me here without delay.

"Ma," Someone yelled from behind me. I go to turn around, only to be lifted off my feet. I couldn't half way process what was going on, the moments from earlier didn't help me wake up at all. "Good morning!"

I looked to Tyler, who had slight bags under his bright, fully alert eyes. I found myself staring at him, not looking away in the slightest bit. I thought to myself. How the hell can someone be this cheery in the morning?

"Damnit, Tyler, put her down! She just woke up," His mother snapped back at him. "And it's not morning, it's four in the afternoon."

He placed me back down, holding my waist for a moment, making sure I can stand on my own. I nodded to him as a thanks. I stretched, then faced forward, following his mother while he tagged along behind me.

"Wait," I stopped dead in my tracks and my eyes grew in horror. "What time did you say it was?! I'm late for work!"

For a total of thirty minutes, they had to explain to me that I didn't miss work. Tyler's mother had went to the station, asking about my schedule. I was supposed to work today, but she had explained the situation, along with giving the address and home phone number, that way they could contact me. Also, just in case Amber or Tracy tries to get a hold on me or find me, they would be able to.

We all sat at the table in the kitchen, all of us sat in silent, not knowing what to do or say. I stared at the wooden table, seeing small indents, scratches, and water stains. The wood was a light color, and with that, you could clearly tell it had aged. Parts of it seemed smooth, while other parts seemed jagged, as if you could get some splinters.

I glance up and take another look at his mother. She was a beautiful woman, even if she did look tired. Her brown hair cascaded down past her shoulder, there even seemed to be another color to it, a possible tent. Her green eyes were bright and cheery, just you could tell she was tired. Wrinkles washed themselves around near her eyes and nowhere else. Her hands were small, looking fragile, but they had scars. Maybe the scars we're from gardening, or accidents while cooking or cleaning.

"Yes, dear?" My head snaps up to meet her eyes. To my knowledge, I assume to was looking for too long, or too hard. She smiled sweetly, leaning her head to the side. Now, she looked almost sad.

"Sorry... I was just... Admiring you. I'm sorry." I felt nervous, I didn't mean to stare.

She moved her hand, placing her palm on the back of my hand, then squeezing it. I looked down to her hand, realizing that she wasn't wearing a ring, but it was evident that she did. "It's okay, sweetheart. You're trying to get used to everything."

She was right, I was trying to get used to everything. I didn't understand why all of this was happening, I mean, I understand that there's a chance that I'm Emily Burns and I'm in this situation because the Burns family was murdered. If I really am Emily, I wouldn't know what needed to be done. Would I inherit everything that was left from them, if there's anything left? Do I just jump from being Dawn to Emily with a snap of my fingers? Could I even have the chance that to choose if I want to continue the life I have now, or be forced to be Emily?

Throughout the day, the constant thought swam around my head, lingering in the back and corners of my mind. I wanted answers to those questions before I found out my real identity, but I knew for a fact that I wouldn't get those answers until I get the DNA test back.

With me being in thought for most of the day, I did try to pay attention to Tyler, as he was trying to get me to go out and about with him, along with his mother. I would focus on him, then I couldn't be able to hear him due to the thoughts screaming so loud. He must have caught on to it, considering he put his hand on my knee, bringing me ever-so slightly out of those trainwrecks of thoughts.

"I don't exactly know what you're thinking, but I can see smoke coming from you ears. Simmer down," He joked as he removed his hand from my leg. "If you keep over thinking like that, you're gonna give yourself a headache."

But I wasn't able to, I couldn't stop over thinking. If he was in my current position, he'd be over thinking just as much as me. I just want validation, the truth. I just want to be able to say that my family loves me, or that my family loved me.

I just want to know who I am, who my family is, who my friends were. Answers. That's all I want, is just answers. They'll come soon enough, they have to. No one is going to postpone this. This case I'm tied to is of utmost importance.

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I'm very tired. I've been losing my mind, debating on scraping this whole chapter, or trying to fix it. Granted, it needs work, but as of right now, it's a thing. Anyway, there's going to be errors, and for that, I do apologize. Thank you for understanding and have a nice night. (It's 2:15am and am not prepared for waking up at 5. Rip.)