A Good Look at Yourself
Summary: On Christmas, Jack Manning gets a good look at himself, and at his future. ThreeShot
Part One
Jack Manning sighed in annoyance as his sister Starr and her daughter Hope sat by Todd Manning. The real Todd Manning. His mother was sitting in another chair with a wiggling Sam in her lap whilst. Tea and Dani were both sitting in the living room as well. All of them were acting as if there was nothing wrong with this picture. Nothing wrong with the fact that Scarface. was here and Jack's father wasn't. It was just so beyond fucked up.
He walked out into the foyer and grabbed his coat from the coat rack, by the door. He shrugged it on and as quietly as he could, he snuck out of the house. He walked over to his car and climbed inside, driving down the empty roads of Llanview and stopping at the graveyard.
Jack walked amongst the graves until he got to his father's. Not much caring about the cold, he fell to his knees infront of the grave. "Hey dad. I wish you were here. It sucks at home. Mom, Starr, Dani, Sam, and Tea are all acting as if nothing's wrong with Scarface being there, and you not. It's like they've already forgotten you or they just don't give a damn that Scarface killed you. But I can promise that I won't forget. And I still plan on making him pay." He said to the grave, voice turning hard as he said the last part.
"I can totally understand why I'm here." A sing-song voice said behind him with a giggle. "You're messed up, kid!"
Jack's eyes narrowed and he whipped his head around, dark brown eyes locking on a girl about sixteen. She was dressed in a white sweater, a pair of faded blue jeans, and purple boots. Her long dark blonde hair fell around her shoulders and into her pale face. He'd never seen the girl around here before, so he didn't exactly understand why she'd be here with him. "Who are you calling a kid?" He bit out angrily, standing up and taking a step torwards her. "And who are you anyway? What gives you the right to listen in on a private conversation.
The girl scoffed and rolled her blue-green eyes skyward, in annoyance. "It's not exactly a private conversation if you are saying it so loudly in a public place." She pointed out. "And as for who I am, you can just call me Alyssa. Nothing more, nothing less. You won't be seeing me again after today, anyway. I just want to get this job done already."
"Job?" He asked voice filled with confusion. "What job?"
Alyssa jumped gracefully of the grave that she was sitting on and glided torwards him. One of her small, pale hands reached out torwards his. Her fingers wrapped around his as she said, "My job that is going to get you to realise what a little jerk off you're being to everyone."
Jack glared down at her, ripping his hand from her grasp. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" He spit out, backing away from her. "You're a freak!"
A deadly look came over her face as she whispered. "See? This is exactly what they were talking about! This is exactly why they gave me this job. You don't care if you hurt people! When you picked on Shane so badly that he eventually tried to kill himself, you didn't feel bad, did you? Because then, months later, you started on him again in the form of a girl on the internet. You tried to lure him to this abandoned building, but his mom went instead and you locked her inside, thinking that she was Shane. And she died. Someone died by your hands."
He swallowed hard, glare falling of his face as fear filled him. "How did you know about that?" He asked quietly. "There's no way that you could know."
Alyssa smirked at him, eyes filled with mischief. "Ah, so you finally ask that question. I was waiting on you to. I'm an angel. Well...I will be once I finish my mission. So...right now, I'd say that I'm a ghost or a spirit or whatever you want to call me."
Jack's fear melted at her words. "Are you on drugs or something, or are you just crazy? Do you really expect me to believe that you're a ghost?"
She sighed. "Well, I guess if you won't believe me, I'll just have to show you." She walked back over to him, arm sliding about his waist as she concentrated hard, transporting them right outside of Shane and Rex's home.
"Woah! What are you doing?" He shouted at her, not noticing his surroundings.
Alyssa shook her head in annoyance. "Look around, dipshit!" She bit out harshly.
Jack glared at her, about ready to argue with her when he noticed where they were. "Uh...how did we get here?"
"I told you that, already." She answered. "Look, we're wasting time, so I am just going to show you some things. Okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she placed her hand on his arm and pulled him through the wall of the house and to Shane's room.
Next Part: Jack gets to see how much his actions have affected Shane. Jack sees what Brad's life is like since he's been in jail.
Sneak Peek: "You mean Brad's parents didn't come to see him on Christmas?" Jack asked, eyes widening as they stared at his former best friend, sitting on the edge of his bed in the cell. It shocked Jack just how different Brad appeared. His brown hair had lost it's fullness and looked rather unhealthy and unclean. His body was terrifyingly thin in the baggy prison uniform. Most of all were his eyes. They just looked dull. There was nothing in them.
Alyssa sighed sadly as she reached her hand out to run it comfortingly through Brad's hair, though she knew that he couldn't feel it. "No. His own father let him go to jail, for money, remember?" She asked, turning her head back to look at Jack. "If he didn't care then, why would he care now?"
He didn't answer. He felt sick. This wasn't something that Jack had wanted to happen. He hadn't wanted his friend to suffer. But what exactly had he thought was going to happen when he let Brad take all of the blame for what happened to Gigi Morasco? He found that he couldn't answer that question.
