Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 23. Jeff!

I groan at the pure knowledge that I'll have to get out of bed. My head lightly pounds as I run my fingers through my hair. After last night I think I may have to keep up for a bit to see if I can avoid the thoughts... The guilt. It hurts to think I did what I did. I do what I do. I kill who I'm told without question. I take lives like its nothing. After a while you get used to killing others, like hunting deer, they're just as stupid and unsuspecting. But... What kills ME, is the thought of having everything come back to bite me in the ass. I'm not like Jeff. I can't kill and be fine with it. I die little by little with every beg and plead of my victims. But like a virus it eats away at me bit by bit. I lose sleep. I skip meals. I hide my pain from the others. But what's happening is wrong. And I can't say its right. I try. I tell myself that its fine, I'm helping, I'm ending their suffering, I'm keeping them from the cruelty of the world. But its just lies. Hopeless lies. And I can't change that...
"Damn... I must have drank too much. I'm starting to sound sane haha," I joke to myself outloud a second. I chuckle a saddened breathy laugh, and look down at my hands. Mom....what am I doing?
I wish I could see her... She wouldn't be proud... But at least I could say I said goodbye...

Knock knock.

Someone knocks on my bedroom door to which I wipe my cheeks instinctively quickly walking to the door and opening it and making sure to place my mask on.
A tall figure stands there, dark jeans and a white bloodstained hoodie. In his right hand he holds a knife by his face. His left arm propped up on the door frame. Jeff smiles at me a second and I laugh. "What? What's so funny?" he asks. He's still smiling and not because of his scars. I laugh even more knowing he knows what he's doing but I manage to say it anyways, "you look ridiculous." I say. Any non-sane girl would have been falling for him with that pose, but I'm dying. I guess its because I've known him as a close friend.
"I was wondering if you needed any help. Throwing knives? Tracing victims? Kicking bens ass?" he asks. I calm myself a bit but giggle at the "kicking bens ass" proposal. I shake my head and walk back inside my room letting the door open completely. I walk over to my dresser and grab a new shirt. The shirt I'm wearing now is old and needs replaced. I take out a black tank top and shrug setting it down. I grab light blue jeans with intentional rips at the knees and shins and throw them with the shirt on my dresser top. I take my usual hoodie and set it along side them. A small sigh escapes my lips as I look over my new change. I glance to Jeff who's sitting on my bed and nod, "be right back," I exclaim. Grabbing my bundle of clothes I walk out of my room and into the hallway. From there, to the bathroom.
I walk into the bathroom closing the door behind me, my shoulders tensing when I sense a presence near. Someone walks outside the door bit just passes by. By th aura I guess hoodie. I sigh slightly and relax a little but still lock the door. Can't risk it.
Lifting my mask off I set my clothes on the counter. To be honest, my scars aren't that bad. When I look at Jeff or rake, or even Toby when he's eating, I'm not half bad. And I may be blind... But my eyes aren't missing. I guess I could deal with it if they saw my face...
I shake my head at the thought and groan lightly as I set my mask down. I lift my hoodie over my head and let it fall to the floor, then doing the same with my shirt. Next I strip off my jeans and toss them aside. A quick glance at my scars and I switch undergarments. Afterwords I put on my clean clothes and my mask. I scoop my dirty clothes up and throw them in the hamper by the door. Then I walk out and to my room. Jeff is still sitting on the bed. He seems happy to be getting to spend some time with me. I guess I'm happy to spend time with him too, I mean, he's the first pasta I took a liking to. NOT IN THAT WAY. Just... he was my first friend here. And with everything going on... I guess we were kind of busy. Too busy for each other.
This will be a good thing then, getting out and spending time together. It's perfect.
I cross my arms and nod to him, not even aware of my pose. I look like I'm ready for something epic to be honest. My body is turned away from him slightly, legs slightly parted, arms crossed and a hoodie around my waist.
Jeff takes a second to scan over me before his smile widens. He stands up and starts walking towards me. I let my arms fall to my side and he stands in front of me a second, his aura a light pink, almost white. He seems happy. I look up at him a second before tilting my head, to which he chuckles and pulls me in to a hug with a head rub. Damn It my hair... I roll my eyes under the mask and struggle against his grip. We both laugh and he lets me go. "Alright. Lets head downstairs and grab a bite before we head out. Sound good?" Jeff asks me. His eyes wander over my mask with curiosity. They have a soft look to them. Its the same look he gives sally, and surprisingly Ben sometimes. But half the time he's giving Ben an annoyed look.
We both head downstairs and to the living room. Eyeless Jack is on the couch reading a book, Ben's on his game and sally is playing with he dolls in the floor. I wave to EJ who lifts his book in a cheers. Guess that's my hello then. Sally runs up to me giving me a hug which I return, secretly smiling under the mask. Jeff walks to the kitchen leaving me to talk to Ben and I shrug it off. Ben pauses his game turning around and looking at me deviously. "So, what exactly happened between you two hmm?" Ben asks, almost purring with an eyebrow raised and eyes half lidded. Jack lowers his book from in front of him a little to see Ben and I. I roll my eyes, "nothing. We had a drink..." I explain. Bens grin only widens at my response. I growl and walk off before he can say anything else utterly useless and annoying.
Walking into the kitchen I see Tim without his mask cooking hasbrowns and scrambled eggs. I grin at him and I guess he knew it because he winks at me seconds later. Jeff pats my back and chuckles. Looking around the kitchen I can spot laughing Jack, Jane, and Toby. I'm surprised that Jane actually decided to swing by to be honest. Her and Jeff would be at each others throat by now usually. Guess they're just not up for it today. We all sit down to eat and the other three walk in and take seats as well. Ben sets the table and EJ starts talking to LJ. Hm. Can't make out what they're saying...
Once everyone is seated I slide my mask up a bit, only my mouth is visible. Scars on the side of my cheeks are a little too. Normally I wouldn't do this, I would pull the mask back with every bite, but today I feel a little more confident. Like it doesn't matter. I glance around secretly, Ben's looking at me with interest, Jane is side glaring, my guess trying to come up with an explanation. LJ isn't smiling as much but he continues to talk to EJ. My plate has food on it already, as Ben set the table Tim passed out food. I pick up my fork and take a small bite ignoring the looks. I'm human. And that's all.
My interest really lies in Jeff's reaction though. I look to him, and see he's smiling. His eyes aren't as lighthearted as they were this morning. Guess I'll ignore it too...
We eat and laugh and Ben gets a face full of eggs when he makes a joke about sally's stuffed bear. Family. That's what this is.

I wave to everyone as Jeff and I step outside. Jeff places his hands in his pockets and looks up to the sky. His smile, his real smile, faded. His eyes have a sense of wonder, sort of sad but subtle.
I walk over to him and raise my hand to place on his shoulder, but he turns away. "We should get moving. Come on (y/n). Lets go," he says. I sigh and walk with him as we head into the woods.

Sitting in a tree on a middle branch, not too high but high enough to see forever, I hold my hand over my eyes shading them from the sun. Its sort of cloudy to be honest. Jeff sits on the branch beside me, looking out in the same direction. "Hey (y/n)," Jeff starts. "Yes?" I answer cautiously. He asks something I don't expect and really I don't know how to answer.
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"Where did you get those scars?"

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