The depression finally passed, thank god oh mighty it passed, the moment I felt a burst of energy I immediately washed my dirty ass sheets and took a long-needed shower. When I found Jay he was trying to cook once again, I chuckled at his failed attempt.
The dogs were overly excited to see me up and moving again, I'd say I am happy too. I checked the freezer for their food but found it almost empty "that can't be good" I checked the fridge, almost empty as well, then the cabinets, the pantry, hell even the snack drawer, all almost empty. How long have I been in bed? I felt like I was gonna shit myself right then and there, my sweat felt cold to my body as I turned to Jay "honey?" His head perked up and looked at me, "I-I'm gonna go and get us some food ok?" He nodded and stopped cooking about to get dressed, I grasped his arm with a taunt grip "you can't go, after what happened? It'd put us at risk hun."
He froze and tilted his head, so fucking adorable, I sighed and nodded. I went to get dressed and made a list of supplies; I gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving. Once I got in the car my head started to pound, I was stupid enough to not take the sign and it was a damn warning bell.
I hesitated at the cart pick up, the world seems to blur around me, all I could hear was the automatic doors opening and closing. I took a deep breath five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can smell, two things you can hear, one thing you can taste I felt my anxiety prickle at my throat as I grabbed the cart and started moving. I needed to run, to leave and never look back I kept my gaze very low, my hood up trying to hide my face, quiet "excuse me"s throughout the store to get food. The store itself seemed to be five football fields big, it was a maze to walk around but I've been here several times. Once I turned down the canned aisle my heart stopped, all the cans that were my height and below were gone I'll have to look up, show my face, the cameras would see my face! I gulped, I craned my head up and saw just a few cans left, I stepped onto the lowest shelf and reached up. I felt my hood fall back and I froze in place.
I felt eyes, everyone surrounding the ends of the aisle looking at me, pulling their phone out, videoing me 'isn't that the girl who is with that serial killer?' 'Jason Voorhees right?' 'I bet she's his whore' I started to breath faster and quickly grabbed two cans hopping down and pulling the hood over my head. I peered to the side, empty, the aisle, the exits were all empty; however, even with this relieving realization my chest was still in pain and my heart was beating faster than before "I-I got to leave, now" I whispered to myself grabbing my cart and practically rushing to the cash register. There were no self-checkouts anywhere.
I started putting my items on the conveyor belt with fingers around my throat and needles poking my heart. I felt cold loose chills down my lower spine, and I was sure I was gonna use the bathroom right then and there. "Ma'am, your total is $68.46" I glanced up at the teen and nodded, pulling out my card. With trembling hands, I swiped my card "everything ok miss?" I full-on looked him in the face "y-yes" he visibly jumped and cringed before coding the register and handing me my receipt. Fuck that was stupid, what if he recognizes me as Jason's girl? I practically ran out the store and quickly filled my backseat stupid stupid stupid! My mind chanted as I got in the driver's seat and sped off.
One everything was away, and the dogs were fed I rushed to my computer, googling my name, Jason's and I could find nothing. This would calm me down, right? No, because private social media wouldn't show up in results. Then I started going to each of their Instagrams, privates, spams looking in every description what if they posted it on their story and it's gone now? Fuck! My stomach was churning so much it brought tears to my eyes. I then went to Twitter and searched for any mention of me. I even went to Facebook and every group they were in to find any mention of me or Jay.
What if they told police and now they are investigating me? I grabbed a sticky note off my desk and covered my computer camera I gulped. I sat on the floor and did the only thing I knew how to do at this moment, cry and panic.
I sobbed and pushed away Precious, Teddy, even the chihuahuas wanted to comfort me. I buried my forehead into my knees and started to rock back and forth "Meer…..day…ya" a deep voice rasped, I glanced up. Jay held his arms out to me, I body-slammed him and cried in his chest "J-jay, we might be in trouble" I sniffled as he patted my back three times.
He picked me up and walked me to the living room, putting his knee up to prevent the bigger dogs from knocking me out of his hands when they jumped up. He sat me on the couch and the pups piled on quickly, I softly giggled through my sniffles and petted as many heads as I could reach. 'Why?' "Why what?" 'Trouble' I nodded and wiped my face, he handed me a tissue. "I-if they reported your presence here to the police y-you could be arrested… You could plead insanity, but you don't have a record after your drowning… Maybe they won't take that it's you back from the dead seriously but maybe you being the murderer of those people?" I choked, "I don't think it's safe for you to stay here longer" his face tightened, and he closed his eyes, laying his head on my lap.
I started to sob again petting his thin orange hair "I-I'm sorry Jay. B-but I tell you what" he tilted his head to me "w-when this is all over, I-I will come find you" he smiled softly exposing gums and gave me a quick peck. I held him close as his chest rumbled, I could feel my heart slow down as I buried my face into his neck and taking a big whiff of his musk. Everything will be ok, it has to be.