Eyes (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

CHROOOOOOOM, the train bellowed.

I gripped the railing tighter as the train took a turn in fear of sliding off the leather seats.

No one sat next to me.

Not only would they not want to get anywhere near me, but I reeked a horrible mix of sweat, deodorant, and perfume.

I could smell it myself, and that's saying something.

The train screeched to a stop, and immediately some people stood up, despite the captain telling everyone over the intercom to please stay seated.

I waited until most of the passengers were off before standing up and exiting myself.

The conductor gave me a brief nod as I passed.

My wheeled suitcase bumped and jostled as I dragged it along the jagged concrete floor.

As the crowd gradually grew larger and larger, my walking turned to sprinting.

All I could see was people.

And I was too short to see a way out.

My chest tightened.

I felt short of breath and hot.

So, so hot.

Need... oxygen... space... room to breathe...

Sweat beaded on my face as my anxiety levels rose.

I gripped the suitcase's handle tight enough to turn my knuckles white.

I finally found the stairs and my heart skipped a beat with joy.

FREEDOM.

I sprinted up, skipping a couple steps.

I burst out on the sidewalk.

A shockingly cold wind blew my hood off my head.

A few people thrust weird looks my way, but I ignored them.

I stuffed my hand into my pocket, still holding the suitcase, and dragged it along the sidewalk.

Plink...... plink....... plink.......

Rain.

It started as a slow drizzle and then escalating to pure downpour, pelting down on the streets and everyone on them.

No one had doubted it would storm; dark clouds had shielded the sun all day.

Other people on the streets ran to shelter or pulled out their umbrellas, but me?

I only calmly pulled my hood over my head.

I still had at least a half a mile walk before I arrived at home, so I was guaranteed to get wet anyway.

If I took shelter now, all I'd be doing would be wasting my time.

According to the forecast, this rain was supposed to last all night.

Pulling my iPod out of my pocket, I plugged my earbuds in and played a random playlist.

The streets were quickly emptied.

I was the only one left out in the rain.

I could practically feel the stares of the townspeople boring into my back through the windows.

When I looked, they glanced away.

They were afraid of me, and that was understandable.

They're allowed to have their opinions of me.

It just...

I sighed.

It was just a constant reminder of...

My eyes wandered to my wrist.

I rolled up my sleeve just far enough to view the long hideous scar.

Running my finger along the scar, I recalled the day I had received it and grimaced.

I quickly pulled my sleeve back down and stuffed my hands in my pockets.

I just hope that someday they'll forget...

Someday...

But until that day, I would just have to live with it.

I cast one more glance at the windows of the buildings.

They were staring again, only this time, they didn't look away.

They think I'm a monster, I thought.

Lost in thought, I had subconsciously lowered my head and hadn't noticed the man dressed in a black before slamming into him.

"OOF!" we grunted, both of us landing on our backs.

I gasped and sat up.

"I-I'm so so sorry!" I stammered, extending my scarred hand, but quickly withdrew it when my scar began to show.

"I-It was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going..."

The guy I had bumped into wasn't listening.

He had his face covered with one hand and frantically feeling the ground around him with the other hand as if he were looking for something.

He made a weird hiccuping sound when he breathed as if he was winded, but he didn't seem to show other symptoms.

Perhaps he was looking for glasses or something and was panicking.

I looked around for a pair, but only spotted a blue roundish thing in a puddle next to the street.

I picked it up thinking it was a hat or deflated ball, but it was plastic.

My fingers slipped through two holes when I gripped it.

I realized it was a mask.

Maybe that was what he was looking for...

I found it strange as I couldn't think of a normal but thought I'd give it a shot.

I held it out to him.

He stopped and looked up at me, still covering his face.

He didn't say a word.

We stared at each other for a moment before he gently took the mask from my hands and placed it over his face, lowering his head as he did so.

"Th.... thank you..." he murmured.

He jumped up and hurried past me.

It was raining so hard that the raindrops blocked my view of him in seconds.

Needless to say, I was disturbed.

Not because he wore a mask or because he left so quickly.

During that quick second of just... staring at each other, peeking between his fingers, I caught a brief glimpse of his eyes.

And... well, he didn't have any.