Aster had reached a point in his second painting at which it would be a good time to stop. He washed his hands quickly, and pulled out his cell phone. He went through his recent calls and pressed Jack's name.
After several rings it had gone to voicemail. Hmm, he must still be busy with his family. He put his phone back in his pocket and wondered what he should do. I'm not about to start painting again, I worked enough on them. He looked around his home, baffled at the lack of things for him to do.
He settled on just eating his boredom. He looked through his cabinets, finding nothing that would adequately satisfy him, he opened the fridge. He still found nothing to eat his boredom away. Maybe I'll just go shoppin' instead. Find somethin' then.
He slipped on his light jacket and left for the store, not noticing the black figure resting on his couch.
Jack laid in his bed, eyes tightly shut. The covers had long been thrown to the ground. Laid down in a curled position, He was covering his ears tightly with his hands. His hands were gripping to his head to tight, his neatly trimmed fingernails were drawing slight blood. Numb to the pain, the screams were never ending. They screams were seeming to emit from every surface and every surface a perfect echo to every other scream. Jack wished the noise was deafening then he could ignore it after some time but, disastrously to Jack's ears, they were not. Tears fell down his cheeks and soaked into his bed sheets as he cried from the tortured screams that boomed through his eardrums.
He had tried screaming back, but found he had no voice to do so which had distressed him even more. A cold sweat had covered his body. The shrieking was beginning to have a physical effect. His body shook from the anguished cries that tore through his person.
He wanted to tear his ears off hoping that it would stop the screeching. He almost had, one ear was slightest bit torn away from his skull in an attempt to get to the noise to stop. It had only pained him further though.
He wanted to call someone-anyone to help but, how could they help something they couldn't see or hear. Jack was a complete loss. He could feel his body wanting to black out from the stress. It wouldn't though, they wouldn't let it. Jack had started to bawl, his voice unable to utter a sound he was stuck in silent agony as the tormented screams reverberated off of every surface and inside his skull.
Jack peeked open an eye and saw the face of his dead mother staring at him with her mouth open, her eyes blood-shot and dilated. Jack tried to yell, but found his voice still unwilling to make a sound. He back away so fast he fell off the bed. Hitting the ground with a hard thump, he brought his hands back over his ears. He stared at the edge of the bed he could not see over.
He felt breath on his cheek. He turned fearfully towards the feeling. He saw his mother crawling at him disturbingly quick. She was over his body, mouth still open. Blood poured from her eyes, mouth and nose. Blood pooled into lap as the slit in her throat upon her death had reopened. Jack laid still underneath her, unable to close his petrified eyes. His hands still unyielding in their grip over his ears.
Her hand graced the side of face and immediately turned into a vice grip. He felt her hand start to clench around the side of his face. Her nails dug into skin, and her rough fingers scratched his face as she tried to crush her own son's skull. He stared into his mother's face, begging with his eyes for her to stop. Her chestnut hair hanging past her face in a grungy heap.
Aster walked out of the supermarket, already eating a sandwich he had sloppily prepared while he was browsing through the isles.
Finishing it quickly as he walked home, he wiped his hands on his pants and pulled out his phone. Hmm…It has been 'bout two hours. Never hurts to see if he's alright. Aster typed out a text to Jack asking how he was doing.
He lifted the door to his loft and looked to his phone as he set the bag of groceries next to the couch. Still nothing'. Oh well, I'm sure he's busy being Jack.
Aster slipped his phone back into his pocket. He put the small of amount of groceries away and laid onto his couch. A nap sounds pretty great right now. He situated himself comfortably and fell quickly asleep.
Jack was looking through a box of miscellaneous junk in garage. His eyes squinted, tears running down his face. The screaming hadn't stopped, but his mother had vanished. He couldn't get her disfigured face out his mind. He wiped his eyes with a hand, and brought it to one of his ears. The other still going through the box.
He found what he was looking for. He grabbed it and ran back inside. He looked around the ceiling in each room. His bedroom had the highest ceiling at ten feet. He ran into the kitchen. He grabbed a chair and pulled it chaotically behind him. He set it in front him away from the furniture in the room. He stood on it, and taking the hammer he had grabbed from the box in the garage smashed two holes into his ceiling. He reached inside one and felt for a stud. Finding one right in-between the two holes he made he jumped down from the chair. He ran back into the garage from his room, seeing creatures watching him in every room. He looked around quickly. And found the object he had searched for hanging on the wall. He quickly snatched it off its hook and sprinted back into his room. He slipped the object in the two holes around the stud. He tied it off and began to loop it into a particular knot. He smiled dishearteningly at the knot he held in his hands. He brought it to his face and nodded his head to affirm his actions to himself. He slipped it around his head to rest snuggly around his neck.
"What if he doesn't like me?" a short girl asked her father.
"Non-sense. He loves kids." He responded cheerfully to his daughter.
"I don't know though, dad. He doesn't even look home." She pointed out to him.
"He's not working today. I'm sure he's home." He stated in return.
"If you say so. If he doesn't answer in one minute can we leave?" She inquired.
"Hmmm…Sure I guess. If he doesn't I could just ask him at work." He said with a hint of defeat in his tone.
"Why don't you do that anyway?" She asked and started to walk backwards up the driveway.
He smiled at her and proceeded to the front door. Within the first thirty seconds he heard movement inside towards the door.
"Hello?" A tall pudgy man asked as he opened his front door.
"Hi, is Jack Frost home?" He asked and peeked around the man.
The man made a show to block his view, "No. He doesn't live here."
"Are you sure?" He brought a piece of paper out from his coat pocket, "This is 133 Pleasant Rd. Right?"
The man shook his head, "No, This is 133 Pleasant Ave." He pointed out to the skyline of the city, "Pleasant Rd. is on the other side of the city. About half-a-mile on the outskirts."
The man took his daughters hand and nodded, "Sorry to bother you, thank you." He started to walk down the pathway with his daughter until the pudgy man stopped him.
"Is his name really Jack Frost?" the pudgy man queried.
"Yeah, actually it is. I must be going though, I need to ask him a favor." He nodded curtly, and turned back to walk to his car parked in the road a little ways down.
Jack laughed manically as he kicked the chair out from underneath himself. The screams raged on as he gasped from air. The noose-knot he tied doing exactly what it was supposed to. As the air deprivation settled into his mind, a smile graced his lips. The screams becoming hushed by the blood that rushed to his head.
His legs involuntarily kicked around. Bound by his hands with a surely crude looking but, effective knot, he was unable to do anything to stop it from happening. He let out his last breath just as he fell abruptly. He landed hard onto the floor. His instincts sucking in oxygen desperately trying to sustain his life. His eyes wide with an uncountable amount of emotions.
His lungs had finally calmed down enough for him to take deep breaths. His mind began to clear from the fog that had been oxygen withdrawal. He looked around his room from his position on the floor. He looked up to where he had just been and saw the rope had broke near the stud. He went to stand only to remember his hands were bound. He wriggled around the floor trying to untie his hands.
After struggling for some time he felt a hand rest itself on one of his arms. He was turned on his side as he felt the other hand of his helper untying the knot his hands were in.
He quickly brought his hands to his chest once they were free. He cradled them for a moment before using them to stand. He looked around the room frantically. Noticing the screams had stopped.
He fell down to his bed, slumped over the edge. He slid down, landing to his knees with his head hung low. He cupped his hands around his face and broke down sobbing. He felt worthless. The fact he had tried to end his life early after he had worked so hard for everything he has. He had no idea what to think anymore. He felt lost and alone. No one had come to save him, the rope had simply snapped under his weight.
He suddenly still felt the hangman's knot around his throat and hysterically pulled it off. He threw it across the room and stared at it as if the rope had something to explain to him.
"I hate you." He mumbled his words directed at the broken rope.
Tears continued to flow down his cheeks as he heard a knock on the front door. He cried more feeling stupid for not even being ready enough to answer the door.
He laid back down onto the floor and curled into a ball. I can't do anything right. I can't even kill myself correctly, how am I supposed to answer the fucking door. He let himself just lay there in tears. He just wanted to lay there and do nothing.
HI! Okay, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I hope you were able to be on a 'feels' level with Jack. I tried really hard to convey the emotions in this chapter. I hope it worked! If it didn't...Let me know. I like hearing feedback from you guys. If it felt jumpy at all, Like at anypoint if it Was Just all over The place, Let me Know.
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