"Where have you been?" Eyeless Jack said quietly, sitting indian style on her bed.
"Out." Clockwork growled, closing the window shut behind her as she crawled in. She was panting, sucking in deep harsh breaths of cold December air. Her long curly brown was wild in her face, which was odd since she usually had it pulled back. Twigs and dirt was in her hair, and her blue sweater had a large hole in it. She collasped onto the ground, knife in hands. Blood was smeared om her cheek and a bit was on her eye-clock. Her white shirt also had blood on it.
"Nat we were all looking for hours." Jack whispered, smoothing out the wrinkles in Clockworks comforter trying to stay calm.
"I never told you to."she replied back coldly. She wiped her knife on her black jeans, not looking at Jack.
Eyeless Jack inhaled deeply, trying to control all the words that were threatening to spill out of his mouth. "Nat Sally cried herself to sleep. Jeff is still out looking, Masky and Hoodie are scoping out every neighborhood, and Slenderman has alerted his brothers. " He snapped, crossimg his arms.
"OUT! OKAY? I WAS OUT! Last time I checked I didn't have to answer to any of you. So, so fuck off." Clockwork yelled out stomping to the bathroom. Jack sighed, pulling out her sketchpad and some of her pencils and laid them on her bed. He knew whenever she was upset she could draw for hours on end. Jack pulled off his hoodie, his gray t-shirt underneath smelling faintly of peppermints, which him and Sally had munched on earlier. Come to think of it he had actually never seen any of her drawings. As soon as he reached his hands out to grab the sketchpad she burst through the doors. She was still dirty, bruised, and sore but her curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She threw her coat in the corner and slumped down to the ground beside him. After 10 minutes of absolute silence he whispered a "Nat?"
She had her face turned away. "What?" He could tell she was about to cry, her voice shaking and her fingers twiddling nervously with the tiny charm bracelet Sally had given her. He watched her twiddle for a few moments.
"Oh come here." He sighed, wrapping his arms around her. She cried hard, curling her hands to rest calmly on his chest as her tears stained his shirt. She would get like this sometimes, upset and dobbing and donw with the world. Thats when those cuts Jack despised so much would shoe on her thin wrist. "Shhhhhhhh, its okay Nat. Its alright. Relax." He rubbed circles into her backwith his thumb. He kicked off his sneakers and rest his head on hers as she whimpered. "Come on Nat, relax."