This is not living| Yandere! Eyeless Jack x Reader

Chapter 14

I'm not sure when I got home, or how for the matter but everything is so damn blurry I can hardly think. All I know is that my head is severely killing me. Carefully, I crack my eyes open, only to shut them just as quickly with a long groan following after. Merciless sunlight peers through the cracks of the curtains making my brain bleed. I'm quick to pull the cover over my head, wanting nothing more than to go back to an endless and dreamless sleep.

"Looks like someone is awake," Dereks voice piped in out of nowhere, I hadn't even heard him coming in. Or was he already there? Hell knows, it hurts to even think at the moment.

"Please, not so loud. I feel like death itself." I groan again while covering my ears best I can. Even the birds outside sounded like they were in the room with me; chirping away at their very own song.

I feel the bed dip down by my feet, a cool hand snaking it's way to my ankle and giving it a light squeeze. "Not too surprised, you drank for a small village." He exaggerated.

Right? God I hope so.

Fuck, I can hardly remember anything from last night.

"Here, drink this. It'll help with your head." All too gently, Derek removed the cover off my head, pushing a small glass of water with something at the bottom sizzling. Jesus Christ Superstar did my head hurts like a bitch. My mouth feeling dryer than the desert and my body aching like I had run to China and back. Slowly sitting up from the bed I rest my back onto the wooden headboard, grunting as I do so.

"Thanks." My voice is groggy, almost sounding like a bloke who smokes too much. I gulp down the water quickly, my head banging against the wood behind me -which I softy regret- With half lidded eyes open, I watch Derek face down, his hand still stroking my my ankle.

"I'm sorry." I say. Whatever for I don't know. But there must of been something I did last night. He doesn't say anything for a while, just us and the silence. Not awkward or tense. Comfortable even. Maybe a little embarrassed but I'm sure I'm the only one feeling that.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" I snap my eyes open, not realizing I had snoozed there for a second. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't mean for... this to happen." His eyes close tight, left hand balled up into a fist.
"Hey," I nudge his side with my foot, earning a subtle smirk from him. "None of this is your fault, it's mine. Seriously. I got pissed drunk all for something I can hardly remember." Really, anything from last night was a total blur. A few things pop into mind but nothing extraordinary.

Note to self: Drunken nights don't make good bedfellows.

I'm not sure what it was but my words seemed to put him at ease. Like a horrible weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Are you.... okay?" I ask. Derek looks up to me with tired eyes, half a smile on his lips. I hadn't thought up of it till recently that he might not be okay. Maybe it's all of...this. Because of me. My paranoia, the therapy, constantly being skittish about something that isn't even there. Maybe I'm just dragging him down, I mean, he never signed up for this and I don't blame him.

Tossing the duvet off my body I reach forward and wrap my arms around him in an awkward hug. My face hidden in his neck I squeeze tight, hoping to not let go anytime soon. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for any of this." Really. I mean it. I couldn't apologize enough.

Wrapping an arm around my torso his hand rubs at my arm, locking me in. "We could be apologizing all day, y'know." That earned a smile my way. Leaning my tired head against his arm I let my eyes fall to a small close.

"How're you feeling?"

"Fine I guess. My head is dying though." Dying was the understatement of the year. It felt like a hammer had repeatedly bashed its way through my skull.