The rest of the day I laid there, alone. My stinging wrists gave me little company as I stared at the lines on the walls and ceiling. My stomach quit grumbling a while ago, giving up on the principal of food. Those crackers did practically nothing. The water, however, did. Squirming where I sat, I contemplated calling Jack. Should I? Or should I not? The more time that went by, I gave up on waiting for him. Some things in this world could not wait.

"Jack!" I yelled, my dry throat causing my voice to be slightly raspy. "Eyeless Jack!"

A few moments passed, before I heard the clomp of his feet coming towards the room. The door swung open, his blue mask staring in my direction. "Yes?" he sighed, seeming to be slightly irritated.

"Um... could you let me up so I can go to the bathroom?" I asked, my face heating up. I saw him jolt where he stood, making my face even more red.

"Ugh, yes, one second," he murmured, hurrying over. I couldn't help but grin slightly due to his reaction. It was quite funny; he obviously didn't think about the fact that I would have needs.

Within a minute, my wrists were free. I sat up, stretching out my aching limbs and hearing there satisfying pops. Although I wanted to avoid looking at him, it seemed impossible not to anymore. The face that still haunts my nightmares. But like I told him, why should I waste my last bit of time worrying about him? I had two possible outcomes. Free, or dinner. My frown deepened as I stood. Silently, he turned, starting for the doorway to the room. I guessed I was expected to follow, and hurriedly did so. He paused outside a door, then nodded his head.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I rushed past him, slamming the door behind me. A sad part of me knew that he'd be waiting outside, which caused a new round of heat to flush through my cheeks. It wasn't long after, before I exited out, to see him standing there as expected. I awkwardly grinned, starting by him back to the other room. Part of my hoped that he would just go off and leave me alone. My wrists were singing with joy due to not being restrained. But just my luck, he followed right behind me.

I sat on the couch, pursing my lips as he lingered in the doorway. Twiddling my fingers, I figured I might as well talk to him for a bit. Get him more attached, give me some entertainment in this boring place.

"So why exactly do you eat people, Jack?" I asked, trying to give him a decent smile. But that mask and dark eye sockets gave me nothing to go off of.

"Because that's the only thing I can stomach," he replied, his voice bleak. His sigh echoed from the inside of his mask as he walked inside, sitting on the chair across from me.

My eyebrows furrowed. "The only thing you can stomach?" I scoffed. "Believe me, there are lots of... better food out there," I coughed. I mentally quivered at the thought of eating someone.

"Not for me," he stated, his empty gaze emotionless.

"Why's that?"

"Well, why do you eat your people food?" he challenged, slight emotion finally coming into his voice. Although... it seemed to be agitation.

"Because I have to, to live. I just couldn't eat someone else, knowing they're the same thing as me," I scoffed. "Would you like it if someone ate you?"

"There is no one else like me," he replied, with a sick chuckle. That caused me to stare at him, with wide eyes.

"What do you mean?" I breathed.

"I mean what I said," he nodded, and I could tell he was smiling.

"So you're not human?"

"No."

My stomach dropped. There went every drop of hope I wished for. "Well what are you?" I breathed.

He shrugged. "Not too sure."

His curt replies were starting to irritate me. But I tried to keep things going anyway. "That's interesting," I replied, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. After all, what else could he be? And alien? Monster? I already thought he was a monster, perhaps I was truthfully right.

"If you say so."

My eyes narrowed at him, as I bit my lip. "So organs taste good to you, huh? With how you like it, it seems like how candy is for everyone else," I giggled, imagining him stuffing his face full of chocolate. That would be an interesting sight.

"Candy?"

"Yeah. Like chocolate and lollipops and other stuff," I shrugged. "It's sugary and sweet. Tastes really good."

He simply grunted in reply. That led to me giving up entirely on trying to have a conversation with the awkward monster man. My fate was sealed and I knew it. No matter how much I would like to change it.

"You sure do talk a lot," he mumbled, leaning his head back. He seemed very tired, but I could tell his gaze was on me.

"You used to. When you were trying to scare me," I reminded him, remembering his cocky, terrifying words.

"Do I not anymore?" he growled, causing me to jump where I sat.

"I never said that," I hissed, annoyed. "I meant when you were deliberately trying to. Now you give bleak little replies when I'm trying to have a conversation."

"Well I've never met another human who has been persistent enough to try to have a conversation with me. We discussed how I am clearly not, how about you? Either you're not a human, or you're not a brilliant one."

I glared at him, biting my tongue. He just couldn't see why I'm trying to talk to him. If he gets attached, I don't die. And oh, how I am trying yet failing.

"Neither," I sniffed, turning my head away. "Just a bored human, counting down her minutes until she dies. Not my fault that you suck at conversing," I grinned, fighting fire with fire.

I could feel his gaze penetrating through me. "I believe I'll eat your tongue first," he growled, his voice low and eerie. It caused my heart to drop, but my expression didn't falter.

"Be careful, it's spicy," I snapped back, unable to help my slight grin. I have literally lost my damn mind, talking to him this way. A month ago I would have never dreamed of this, nor thought it possible. I must have cracked, and given up on life all together. I suppose I'd rather that right now, than to suffer for the rest of my time.

I waited for his response, but saw his chest begin to vibrate, then the chuckles that tumbled from his lips. I made him... laugh? That made me laugh as well, unable to help it. So here I was, laughing with a monster man who planned to kill me.

The odds.

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