Don't be mad at me, but Eyeless Jack seemed to be like the only friend that Jeff can relate to, so I included him in this chapter to give Jeff advice.
I was sitting in my half-broken chair. I HATE HER! I want to fucking kill her, that bitch! I was throwing a hissy fit, kicking up my legs and flailing my arms. I'd never been so unusually stupid! I STABBED the girl in the HEAD! WHYYYYYY! I WANTED TO TEAR OUT MY HAIR! And I really, really, didn't like the fact that I let Jane get in my head. I tried to pout and stood up, pacing up and down my "studio" with my arms crossed. Fuck you, Jane, I thought, I HOPE YOU ROT! I threw my knife and it hit something with a squishy, wet thump. Probably a stray dog or something.
"You just… AAAAAAAARG!"
Ah, fucking hell. I knew that voice. "Hey, Jack."
"You stupid idiot! You took away my tidbit!" Jack dropped the half-eaten something on the floor, and pulled down his mask to cover his mouth. I pulled my knife out of what seemed to be a mangled liver and handed the bloody organ back to him but he waved it away with a disgusted sound. I shrugged and wiped my knife on my hoodie, while Jack looked forlornly at his "tidbit".
"What are you doing here, Jackie?" I said, making my best baby voice. Jack turned to look at me, and, judging by the angle of his head tilt, he was looking at me with a "seriously" face. I laughed and then stopped quickly with his answer.
"Jane sent me a letter." He said, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't believe that you'd risk your life to talk to her. Jesus, Jeff!" I could imagine the exasperated face he was giving me, so I turned my back to him.
"So what if I did? None of your business." I crossed my arms and looked over my shoulder. "Augh, JACK!"
The muffled smacks and chewing sounds had been him finishing his "delicious" piece of liver. He dropped it and grinned at me with bloody sharp teeth before pulling down his mask "Sorry, Jeff, but I don't leave something I want so easily."
That had given me an idea. I'LL TAKE BACK WHAT I CREATED! I laughed maniacally and hugged Jack briefly before running down the corridor to the exit.
"DOES THAT MEAN I CAN FINISH MY SNACK HERE!?" Jack shouted after me. I shouted back in assent and I heard his smack his lips in delight before hearing sounds of pleasure and gnashing teeth. I couldn't stop running down the empty street to the park.
Jane,
I know we have fallen out as friends, but I would love to talk to you again. Meet me at the burned down house near the park. I would love for you and I to have a nice little spree together.
With lots and lots of (not) love,
Jeff.
I nailed it to a tree deep in the park's forest, where we had met and I smiled wider. She liked to walk in the park. She'd find my note. I was sure of it. Besides, I had written it in Jack's liver's blood, so it reeked of half-eaten raw meat.
When I went back to the warehouse, I thanked Jack, but he needed to go. I waved him off as he trailed little pieces of raw meat down the street. I would love to hear Jane scream again.