My Special Little Friend Forever (Jason The Toymaker x Reader) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 9

WARNING: There are a few swear words.

This concerning detail makes me furrow my eyebrows. I know Mom wasn't always the early bird she used to be but... I don't know actually. Now that I think about it, Mom is probably just

(dead)

asleep. Though this anxious feeling won't go away. I put the plate in the sink and go down the hallway towards Mom's room. I press my ear up against the door expecting at least a light snore or the sound of shifting blankets. Nothing, and now the feeling is stronger.

'Maybe I should check on her? Open the door just a crack and peek inside?'

I hesitantly turn the knob, being as quiet as I could. I look inside the room through the crack but it's too dark to see anything. I think about it for a second then decide to open the door wider. Still too dark? 'The fuck?'

Ok, I just open the door. I look around and to my horror, I couldn't find Mom anywhere. 'The fuuuuuc, where is she?!'

I dig through her blankets, look into the bathroom connected to her room, and basically in a number of irrational spots. I finally come to the realization that I can't find her. 'Where could she be though?!' I'm panicked and I can already feel the overwhelming urge to cry. She wouldn't just walk away, right? Then I think about Dad and how on that early morning I had walked away from him. How that was the last time I ever saw him, in his work clothes and he was tired, hungry, and looked pretty sad.

I can't keep it in anymore and I sob. I sit in the middle of Mom's dark, beautiful room and sob. I'm all alone. Then I remember... Paige! 

She'll respond to my texts and I'll call her. She'll invite me over then she'll be there. At least she'll be there.

I get up and walk over to my phone which I left on the dining table and I message Paige:

You: hey i need to talk to you

You: paige this is really important i need to talk

You: paige??

You: hello???

You: PAIGE

...

She's

(dead)

not responding. Am I really alone after all? No, She must be

(dead)

asleep! That's it! It is only the morning and she's not a morning person anyway! She'll wake up, see my texts, and respond! Then I'll tell her everything just like I always do! She's...

(dead)

just... asleep. I slump onto the floor and hold onto my knees. My eyes fill with tears again and I let out a sharp, short sound that sounded like a cough and a scream. I let go of what I thought was my safe haven, my phone. There's

(no hope)

no chance that Mom just walked out of the house. Then

(what happened-)

"I DON'T KNOW!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I'm scared and lonely, and so very alone. I feel so...

(broken?)

"broken..." The word forms on my tongue before I could even recognize what it even is.

(click)

I just need someone, anyone.

(click)

I want to feel safe.

(click)

I want to feel...

(click)