VeryMadCow13

{Jack’s POV}         Jack stood in front of his dresser, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Zipping up his hoodie over his navy blue t-shirt, he quickly pulled up his hood. Carefully he tucked a few stray strands of ash brown hair into his hood before tugging on his gloves, giving them a couple test flexes to make sure they were on properly. Finished, he studied his reflection in the mirror and nodded appraisingly. At this point the only visible skin was around his neck, hidden in the shadows of his hood, but no one would notice it. They’d be too distracted by his navy blue mask, the only splash of color in his otherwise bl

{Jack’s POV}         “Hush little baby, don’t say a word... Momma’s gonna buy you a mockingbird...”         I need to scream.         “And if that mockingbird won’t sing... Momma’s gonna buy you a diamond ring...”         I need to hear.         “And if that diamond ring turns brass... Momma’s gonna buy you a looking glass...”         I need to see.         “And if that looking glass gets broke... Momma’s gonna buy you a billy goat...”         I need to eat.         “And if that billy goat won’t pull... Momma’s gonna buy you a

{Reader’s POV}         After our little “chat”, Jack left me alone for the majority of the day. I think he actually felt kind of bad, if such a thing were possible. He avoided the bedroom and just left sandwiches for me outside my door. The only times I saw him were when I went into the hall to reach the bathroom, at which point I could see him sitting on the couch messing with my laptop. Based on his mumbling, I assumed he was having trouble doing whatever he wanted, but he didn’t come to me for help.         The next day wasn’t much different. I slept in until the afternoon and found myself bored with little