Close the Walls (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Chapter 3; I'm what?

...Jack's POV...

I leave the room and close the door quietly, I walk towards the front door and find bullets in the wall. I look out the newly shattered window and step over the body, I see fresh tracks in the dirt. I noticed they went around the side of the house, I jumped out the window and followed the tracks. 'What the hell is going on here? I need to get some answers from her!'I walk back inside and walk towards her room again, I knock on the door. "Come in..." her voice was quiet and shaken.

"I have a question, who's that lying in the middle of the floor?" I ask as I walk in the room, she was staring out the window into the trees.

"He took care of me." Her voice was almost emotionless like it no longer bothered her.

"What was his name, if you don't mind me asking?" I said walking over to her.

"Erik." She said not looking at me, I grab the first add and grab her hand lightly.

I lightly unbind her hand, I look at the cuts across her palm. They look almost healed, I shrugged and wrapped hand back up. I then take her other hand and she sits there and just stares at me. I finish with that hand, I sigh and realized how awkward this is about to be. "Can you lift your shirt?"

"W-what!?" Her voice was panicked and her face started to turn a bright red.

"I need to change your bandages." I said simply.

"R-right..." she nodded slightly, her face was still a tad bit red. She lifted her shirt slightly, I moved it up slightly more. I take the bandages off and there was nothing there, 'WHAT THE HELL!?'I blinked my empty eye sockets a few times. 'What is going on?'I sit there for a second before deciding to put new bandages on until I figure out really what's going on.

She pulls her shirt back down her face still tinted with red, her hair fell in front of her red face. "This is an odd question but were you in an accident or anything like that?" I said to her putting the bloody bandages back in the first aid kit.

"Not that I'm aware of, I mean I don't remember much of my younger life. Actually ,now that I think about everything before 7 years old is lost, Erik never told me anything either. Any time I'd ask he just say something like 'why do you want to know? Aren't you happy here... with me? How about you ask yourself what you want to remember.'Or some crap like that." She said with an annoyed look across her face, I look out to see the sun was starting to set.

"Well, I gotta go. I'll be back in an hour or so, okay?" She looked at me confused and smiled a little.

"Promise me you'll be back." Her voice wasn't terrified or in pain, I blinked. She couldn't see my face but I didn't care. I smiled back.

"I promise." I said back and left the room, I don't know why but I didn't want to leave her alone. Maybe it's because of the chance of her getting hurt or maybe... NO! That's not possible, but then again.

...(Y/N)'s POV...

I listen to the door close and I pull the covers away and stand up, I almost fall down. I catch myself on the bedpost, I pull away quickly at the stinging of my palm. "Oww! S-shit...!" I hold my hands in pain. I stumbled out of the room, I walk towards the living room. The smell of blood is now a smell I've grown used to, I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I felt my stomach churn at the sight of Erik's body, I wanted to get him out of the house.

I grab his arm and start to drag him outside, "WHY IS DEADWEIGHT SO HEAVY!" I complain to myself, after 10 minutes of struggling to drag him outside. I walk back inside and sigh at the trail of blood running outside, I walk over to the closet and grab a mop. Luckily the living room had hardwood floors, as I mop I quickly realize that my stomach didn't hurt at all and I just dragged a full grown man outside. I quickly finished mopping and sat the mop down, I pull my shirt up and start unwrapping my stomach. My eyes widen, there was nothing... I was healed. 'This isn't humanly possible! I shouldn't be healed, I shouldn't be so CALM! I shouldn't trust this inhuman man... but I do... and I am.' I sighed and looked at my hands they were covered in blood. I unwrap my hands I still have gashes in my palms, I throw the bandages in the trash. I clean my hands off and I stare at them for a moment before grabbing new bandages.