Wish to Know Me (Eyeless Jack Love Story)

*Chapter 2*

~*slight trigger warning*~

Everything was a blur from that point on. As hard as I tried to forget what happened, I couldn't. The vivid image of the Man in the black hoodie sent shivers down my spine. Is it possible I could have hallucinated the whole thing? I mean maybe it was part of my hangover. Yeah, that's it. It was just my brain playing a joke on me. Why would some guy follow me from my dorm room and around campus?

"Hayden, what is wrong with you?" Heather whispered to me from the desk next to me.

"Long, crazy, confusing story I don't want to explain to you right now," I whispered back.

"Ladies eyes on your own test," Mr. Lang, the history teacher instructed, "You get this one warning,"

"Sorry Lang," We said at the same time returning to our test. Thank the lord Mr. Lang interrupted that convo, I was not in the mood to tell Heather what was happening in my head. I love heather. She's honestly a great friend, and the best roommate I could ever ask for. But she was the least trustworthy person on campus.

The Bell rings throwing me off topic. I look down at my page and my heart sinks. It was half way filled out.

"Mother fu..."

"Excuse you Ms. Hayden I will collect your test now," My teacher cleared his throat walking towards me. Looking down in shame I handed it to him, and ran my fingers through my hair. I picked up my backpack and exited the class where Heather was waiting for me, her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Leave me alone for a while,"

"Hayden seriously, tell me what happened!"

"Look I have next period off. Just please don't talk to me. I need to be alone," I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. Text me when you're ready to talk," she walked away, her heels clanking down the hallway. She was so stubborn sometimes it actually pissed me off.

Walking back to my dorm I had my phone next to my ear the whole time to avoided conversation from any other students. My history class was in building three, a substantially long distance from the dorms. The fog hadn't quite lifted yet, but it was comforting.

Opening the door to my dorm room, I sat all of my stuff on the ground and collapsed onto my bed. The room was spinning around me as I took deep breaths. Maybe I was just exhausted. I had no good reason to be acting this way. I rolled over in my bed and put my hands under my pillow, pushing it up against my face for extra support, when I felt something.

Pulling out the object from under my pillow, a small gasp escaped my mouth causing me to drop the picture right to the floor and tuck my knees into my chest.

"No, no, no, this isn't happening," my breath was hitching as I rocked on my bed, brushing my dirty blond hair out of my face. I was hyperventilating. I had moved past this. This was my past....I got out.