His Own Image

Chapter Five

   It's been, I think, two days since Ben came in and introduced himself. Slender has visited some, but not a lot. Usually just to tell me the right times to get food whenever everyone else is on their missions until I'm healed, reminding me to go see Jack to change my bandages, etc.

   To be truthful, I think I can survive. Or at least do more than survive. More specifically, while I'm here and vulnerable. Which... now that I think about it... is always. Almost always.

   Jack didn't give me glasses like Slender had told him too but gave me something, and I quote, "... to look a little more badass." Of course, I couldn't deny this offer, because I didn't know what would happen if I let it down. He gave me a pearl looking mask that covers the top half of my face while having some kind of black, reflective circles hiding my eyes. I absolutely loved it.

   Slender had just come into my room and told me to change my bandages right before he disappeared again, but I had just woken up so I told him to wait a moment. Of course, I doubt he heard me, but I had said it anyway. I tried to get out of bed, forgetting the blankets on top of me, and I got trapped.

   "Shit!" I felt myself tumbling towards the ground, and my heart rate sped up for a moment because I keep forgetting how high this bed is off the ground. Mainly because the other beds, or tables really, had been much higher off the ground at the facility than I had ever hoped for. My arms flailed in the air as the blankets twisted around my legs, and I felt them fall along with me. I hit the floor and let out a loud groan before I tried to pry the blankets off of my legs. I tried to ignore the aching in my chest, which had gone down significantly since Jack had given me whatever medication he'd allowed me to take. My head pounded and I almost couldn't focus on anything around myself, but I did the best I could since I didn't need to crawl all the way to Jack's room.

   Once I eventually got the blankets off my legs, almost tearing them apart out of frustration, I threw them on the bed with a huff before going over to my wardrobe and opening it up. I reached up to my right, gripping onto a soft fabric, and trying to pull it down. The common sense that I usually had wasn't really working with me right now, and if it was, it would've told e that this clothing item is on a hanger. But I was completely oblivious to that fact. So I kept pulling.

   A minute later as I gave up on that and pulled my pants on, I finally groaned in realization and gripped onto the clothing item, moving my hand up and to the plastic part above it. Removing what I now figured out is a hoodie, I broke the hanger in half and threw it across the room. I put on the hoodie and used the tad bit of power that worked in the morning for me to get socks and I put those on before exiting my room.

   I walked carefully through the hall, hand on the wall beside me since there was no one near me that I could look through. As I neared my destination, which actually seemed much farther than it should only because there isn't any human activity that I can feel, I... still couldn't feel Jack. His mind was something that I've never felt before. It was always kind of gloomy, but, at the same time, active. He was always thinking, but I couldn't tell of what. 

   Where is he? I wondered as I neared his door. He'd usually be here at this time, but you can never be sure. Some people can hide their consciousness, from what I can tell. A few people here can, that I've noticed. Maybe Jack has learned how to? That's a possibility, but I don't think you can perfect it in that short amount of time.

   I knocked on the door and waited. No answer. I brought my hand to the knob and turned it slightly. It was unlocked, which wasn't surprising, just unexpected. I opened the door, trying to find anyone I can feel or look through, yet I found nothing. Not human things, anyway. But animals, like squirrels by his window or birds on the roof.