I finally woke up again, the fluorescent light hurt my eyes. I blinked a few times and noticed there was little pain. I could move more and my body was no longer bandaged like it had been the first time I had come to the hospital. I looked around, I was moved to a different room, there was a nightstand type of table beside my bed with bright orange lilies on it. 

lilies.. Lily

I tried to sit up but I felt a gentle hand, followed by a familiar voice, trying to put me back to bed. "Easy Jane, you've been asleep for quite some time. Try to take it easy." Jackie said smiling softly. I looked up at her and tried to speak, "How long was I out?" My voice didn't sound like my own, it was rough and gritty like one would imagine sandpaper would sound.  Jackie was quiet for a moment the said I had been in a medically induced coma for nearly three weeks. "You were in such pain honey, it was all done so you'd have a chance to heal." I looked into Jackies eyes as she spoke and I caught a glimpse of my reflection. 

mirror... I need a mirror...

"Give me a mirror," I said, knowing damn well now what Jeff had meant by his statement that night.

"Jane, I don't think that's wi-" Jackie started but I quickly cut her off with a demanding shout, "GET ME A MIRROR!" She jumped slightly, I felt bad as I watched her disappear down out the door. When she returned with a mirror she looked at me with a worried expression as she handed me the mirror. I knew what she was thinking. I shakily rose the mirror, only catching a glimpse of myself before the mirror fell from my hand to the floor. The mirror shattered on impact but that mirror didn't compare to the shattering of my fears and realization. My skin was leathery and brown, I didn't have a single hair on my head, and the skin around my eyes was saggy. I looked almost as bad as Jeff but at least I still had some color and eyelids. I touched my face as everything came flooding back to me. I began to cry harder than I ever had before. The nurse was hugging me though the gesture was sweet it didn't help much. As loud as my sobs were, I was surprised that nobody else came in to check up on me. By the time I was done, I could barely speak. As I was wiping my eyes, I noticed someone leaning into the doorway. Just a simple delivery boy. Jackie looked over at him with a 'yes can I help you' expression. He shifted awkwardly, "Er.. excuse me, I have a delivery for a 'Miss Arkensaw'?" He said gesturing to his package. "I'll take those." Jackie stood up and went to the doorway. I didn't want the delivery guy to look at me so I stared at the wall in front of me though I could feel his eyes on me. "Someone certainly cares about you, Jane. It looks like the same person who sent you all these flowers got you a package too." Maybe it was (y/n) sending gifts?

I looked over to Jackie to see was she was holding. She had taken the packaging off the gift from me. The gift itself was a pink paper package tied with brown string. I reached out and took it from her. The second I took that package from her I knew something felt very wrong. I did my best not to frown at my uneasiness. "Hey Jackie, could I have something to eat?" I asked. I wasn't really hungry but I just didn't want her to see the contents of the package.  "Of course, I'll get you some food right away." Jackie smiled back, then left the room. My hands began to shake as I grabbed the string and pulled it. The paper lightly bounced up and I saw something that turned my blood to ice. It was a white mask with black around the eyes and a black feminine smile. It also had black lace covering the eyeholes so no one could see my eyes but I could see them. There was also a little black dress with a turtle neck, black glovelettes, and a black wig with beautiful curls. Along with all these things, there was a bouquet of black roses and a sharp kitchen knife.

Attached to the mask there was a handwritten note:

'"Jane, I'm sorry I messed up with trying to make you beautiful. So I gave you a mask that will let you seem beautiful until you get better. Also, you forgot your knife, I thought you would want it back."'

'-Jeff '

By the time nurse, Jackie came back, the 'present' was hidden under my bed. Though I liked Jackie, I lied, telling her all that was in the box was the bouquet of black roses. She seemed to be disgusted by them and asked politely if she could throw them away for me. I said yes and thanked her for that. Jackie left the room once more and I began to make a plan to leave the hospital that night. I waited patiently for nightfall, watching everyone either leave or those who stayed fall asleep.  I sighed thinking about where I could go from here,  I had nowhere to go to and there was one person to thank for that. Jeff... I sighed frustrated that the only thing I now owned was the little black dress that monster had given me. I slipped it on along with the wig, grabbing a pair of shoes I had found left in the hallway on a cart by a careless nurse. I hid the knife under my dress and carried the mask under my arm, hoping it'd look like a minibag to a passerby if there happened to be one. I did my best to look inconspicuous as I made my way to the exit. 

The cool night air hit my skin, I breathed it in as I kept walking.  I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care. When I finally pulled myself out of my thoughts I bit my lip as I noticed where  I was. The cemetery. 

I never got to give them a proper goodbye...

I went inside and found their graves, side by side like they were in life. Isabelle and Gregory Arkensaw. I dropped to my knees and cried once more and kept crying until I passed out. When I woke up, the sun was beginning to rise, and at that moment I decided. I stood up and dusted myself off and picked up my knife and mask.  I gripped the knife so tightly that my knuckles began to change colors. I looked at the graves of my parents then to the rising sun.  "Jeffery Woods, I'm coming for you."