Lost and Found ( Eyeless Jack Romance)

Chapter Two : Lucky Girl

I was driving home from my parent’s house in the morning. I spent the night at their house that was only one and a half an hour away from mine. It has been two weeks since the attack; my wound was slowly but surely healing. It was still hurting, but I tried to ignore the pain that reminded me of that night. I wanted to erase everything from my memory, pretending as if the incident has never occurred.

My car was repaired shortly after the attack. My parents insisted on living with me for a week, treating me like someone near to death, trying to convince me to move back home, which I refused to do. So that morning, they gave me my Christmas present. We were in the middle of September, so I was uneasy when my dad announced that Santa has bought my present early. It was a little black dog my mother rescued it that morning for me, so if something get’s in my house, the dog could alert me.

I parked my car in front of my house, and picked up the dog from backseat and took it in the house. He quickly got comfortable on the couch after he peed on the floor while I wasn’t watching. After cleaning up the mess that he made, I went upstairs to get my laptop. As I reached the top of the stairs, I could clearly see that my bedroom door was open. I stood there for a minute. I knew I hadn’t left the door open; I always close every door after myself.

“Maybe I’m just paranoid” I murmured and slowly walked towards the door. I gently pushed the door, so it could open fully. Everything was normal; nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. I sighed, and mentally scolded myself for being so easily scared. I jumped on my bed in relief. I turned my laptop on, and put on some music. I was singing along to my favorite song aggressively into my hairbrush, when my eyes went on the picture on the table.

I froze in place, and dropped the hairbrush. Fear gripped me, and I immediately ran to my bathroom and threw up my breakfast. After I washed my face, I walked back in my room, and grabbed the picture with shaking hands. Two holes were poked in the picture, right where Jack’s eyes were. Someone got in the house, and poked out Jack’s eyes on the picture. I was on the edge of crying, but I managed to run and show the picture to the officers that were still in front of the house.

“Is there anything that’s missing? Was something out of the ordinary?” One of them with a mustache asked.

“My bedroom door was open but…nothing else” I sobbed and squeezed the dog to my chest.

“I see. Don’t worry much about this, were right here, and if anything else happens, just scream, okay?” He said.

“R-right.”I answered. 

 I went back to the house, and tried to relax. The day passed quickly, and it was time for me to go to bed. I had work on the next morning, and I wanted to go to sleep early, so I didn’t think about the picture too much, which was facing the wall. I put a kitchen knife under my pillow, just in case  and went to sleep with the dog next to me. I fell asleep quickly as I listened to the dog’s breathing.

I was woken up by a loud whining. I quickly stood up, and saw a black figure, next to my bed, holding the dog from its neck.  Terror went through my body; adrenaline hit me like a racing horse. I grabbed the knife from under my pillow, and held it out in front of me.

“L-let go of my dog, right n-now!” I said with a shaky voice. The figure chuckled and threw the dog at me, which landed on the bed with a loud yowl. I tossed the limp body of the dog behind my back with my free hand, turned on the lamp that lit up the room. My eyes hurt as they got used to the sudden brightness. I squinted, as I realized that I was looking at the man with the blue mask, who saved my life from Jeff the killer.

“Oh my God” I breathed as I tried to fight back the tears. The man started to laugh.

“God?” He asked in a deep voice “So you actually became religious, as your parents wanted?” he asked in a mocking tone. My fear went away for a moment, and was replaced by confusion.

“W-what?” I muttered “Who are you?” I asked, gripping the knife tighter.

“You know, you are a lucky girl” he chuckled, went around the bed and stopped in front of me. At this point, tears were streaming down my face. I started considering cutting my own throat before he killed me, so he won’t have a chance to torture me before ending my life. “You should be thankful to me” He tilted his head like a dog, and pushed back the hood, revealing the messy brown hair underneath.

I was frozen in place, trying to process what he just said. Although a piece of me that I tried to bury, actually agreed with him, the rest of me was frightened to the bones. My throat dried out, I couldn’t squeeze out a word.

“Cat got your tongue, Lindy? “ He mocked me continuously “You know why you are a lucky girl?” I gasped at the sound of my name. I was angry at myself for not attacking the man with the knife.

“Y-you know me?” I asked.

“I’m surprised you haven’t recognized me, yet. Though it’s been a long time. You’re lucky I recognized you before Jeff sliced your pretty little throat” He laughed “You actually lost the weight” He said and twisted the knife from my hand, and threw it on the other side of the room.

“Were you stalking me?” I screamed in pain.

“Please, who would stalk you?” He grabbed my neck, and lifted me from the ground. He was unbelievably strong; I was kicking him with all my strength, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Don’t you recognize your long lost best friend?” he whispered in my ear, and let go of me. I fell to the ground, gasping for air. He grabbed the picture, and tossed it in my face.

“Him” he pointed to the boy in the picture, before throwing it to the wall. The glass shattered and flew all over the place.

It couldn’t be. I sat there, tears streaming from my eyes, coughing. I felt my face redden; I couldn’t believe what I just heard.

“You can’t be Jack” I said “Jack wouldn’t hurt me” I cried. He squatted next to me, and grabbed my hair.

“Do you remember the time when you caught me with that squirrel?” He laughed “Or the time when I made you eat that cockroach?  Nobody knew these things, right?” I felt him smirking under the mask.

I started to cry uncontrollably. He growled, annoyed by my crying.

It was him. I just couldn’t believe it. I hoped that it was just a similar voice. He was pulling my hair, and for some reason, a piece of me couldn’t hate him at that moment.  It was actually him, my long lost best friend that I cried after, for two long years. Memories of us flashed before my eyes, I could almost hear us laughing and giggling. I remembered how innocent he was. At that time, I couldn’t imagine him becoming a monster. And now, I knew he was going to kill me.

“Why are you doing this?” My voice softened. He let go of my hair with a violent thug, and I screamed in pain.  I looked up at him.  He looked at me without a word. “The Jack I knew wouldn’t do this!” I cried. “What happened to you? You know how much you made us suffer?” I asked, half-screaming.

“I don’t eat squirrels anymore” He suddenly said while looking out the window. “I eat humans now”