Object of Desire ; Eyeless Jack x Reader

Chapter 7

Mindlessly, I pick around my food with my fork. I'm not even hungry anymore. Mom called us for dinner just a few minutes ago. We barely sat down before my sister started the topic we dreaded to talk about all over again. My father left to go somewhere randomly again after stocking up on mom's money. Needless to say, our dinner is very simple now with only little groceries left in our fridge. He could've at least waited until she went shopping for groceries before taking all of her remaining money. But it is what is now. We just have to ration it a bit until the month ends and my mom receives her salary again. It's gonna be fine. I'm not really hungry anyway.

Mom is sitting on my left side and my sister on my right side. The yelling started from my right side, who would've thought, when my sister started complaining about the missing money. My mom already looks so exhausted, why did she have to bring that up now again? Mom tried her best to stay calm and asked repeatedly to just drop it. He left. He took her money. It happened and it's nothing new. We always manage. We will now too. I always admired how much my mom managed to stay so put together no matter what happened around our family. Or at least she was always very good at hiding it in front of us. I'm sure she's very unhappy with our situation too. And my sister putting her at fault for everything now doesn't seem to help at all.

"(Y/N), why are you just always quiet? Back me up, you're on my side aren't you?" My sister called out to me. I'm not on anyone's side. I just want to eat in peace. I don't look up when she pushes me from the side, urging me to also say something very mean to my mom probably.

"Just let her eat. And you eat too and please just drop this conversation." My mom nearly begs her at this point.

"No! Why are you both so ignorant? You're making it all worse. This is all your fault!"

"Leave it, just be quiet and eat your dinner for once! Just for one evening eat your dinner in peace and stop yelling." My mom half-yells above my head towards my sister. Great, now I'm just in the middle of yelling again. Holding back some tears, I continue poking at my food while they yell at each other until both become fed up and leave to lock themselves in separate rooms, leaving me alone at the table and cleaning up our barely touched dinner in silence.

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A few days passed since my last escaping attempt. My masked kidnapper chained me back onto the bed when we returned from the forest. He bandaged my hand and fixed the bandages on my hand. He came in once a day to change both of them and bring some food and water. He let me out of the room occasionally when I needed to use the bathroom. But other than that I just spent the whole day laying in bed, staring at a wall. The pain in my head gradually became a bit better over the past few days. My hand however still hurt like hell. In some way that was good. With nothing to do, sometimes I found myself just staring into thin air, not thinking about really anything at all. I just felt numb. I wasn't sad. There was just nothing. When I moved a bit, the pain in my hand shot through me again and snapped me back into reality. Feeling that pain was still better than the numbness I felt other times.

With those two feelings, numbness and pain, taking over my days, I didn't think of any other escape plans. It was hard being chained to the bed like this. Obviously, the hair pin I previously used to free myself was gone and it didn't seem like there was anything else around to pick the locks. I turned to the side and looked at the plate with food he brought me yesterday. I didn't really eat any of it. It was just a simple bowl of, I assumed, some canned soup. I doubted he actually cooked a nice homemade soup for me so canned soup was the most obvious option. He brought some warmed up canned food every day. I wasn't very hungry though. Somehow I also refused to eat what he brought me. I just wanted to go home. Even if it wasn't great at home either. I barely thought about my sister or my father while I was here. I missed my mom though. I thought about her a lot. Sometimes I was wondering if she managed to get help somehow. I heard her before I was kidnapped. She was alive when I left. Maybe she still was while I was kidnapped. I didn't know. But I hoped for it.

If she's really still alive, does she miss me? Does she think I'm dead? Is she looking for me somehow? Maybe she's still in the hospital or something. She was probably badly hurt. What about Alex? Did he try reaching out to me after the party? Did he hear about what happened? Is he looking for me? Or anyone else? It was pretty much all I could think about. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I thought about my mom and my friends. I just really hoped they were somehow looking for me. I was unconscious when he brought me here so I didn't know where exactly he even brought me to. But maybe someone called the police and they were searching for me. Maybe they would find me soon. Maybe I'll be with my mom and my friends again soon.

It felt weird but at that point I was looking forward to my past worries again. I just wanted to worry about my final exams again and what I would be doing after school. I didn't want to worry about a masked, cannibalistic murderer holding me captive, potentially hurting me or having my organs for dinner or something. I just wanted all my old worries back. Even if my sister was yelling at me. Even if my father was taking our money and doing the most egoistic shit while ignoring his family. Even if I had to see my mom try and keep everything together again. At least I was safe. At least I wasn't chained down. Back then I felt so trapped in my home but as I was chained down for real now I only learned to appreciate every single little good thing I had back then. More tears started welling up.

Just let me go home already.