Wish – Fragile
References (Things that don't belong to me but I used)
Fragile: Tech N9ne (Ft Kendrick Lamar)
The Great Partnership (Quote)
Humans of New York (Quote by Principle Lopez)
Little Miss Sunshine (Conversation between toddler Holt and Jackson)
Manga (about a ghost which I can't remember)
So...here is Chapter 2. I have no excuse as to why this chapter has taken so long, none what-so-ever. But non-the-less here it is.
Holt: [Rapping/Thinking]: You said you were never, ever break…down. But here I am sweeping pieces of the ground.
I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, broke my alarm.
Everything is almost lost…taking is slow before it's gone.
I'm fragile.*
"HOLLLLLTTTTT!" I awoke suddenly.
Without much thought my eyes glanced around my empty room as the echoes of my scream resonated between the empty halls of my house. Of-course in the darkness I couldn't see anything but it helped amplify my labored breaths, the drumming of my beating heart and the sad realization that yesterday's events were indeed real.
For once, I wanted to wake up to something illogical, factual, and non-existent because I wanted to believe in his words,
"This is monster high, were the magical meets the mystical."
Who was I kidding? I was a logical and reasonable person my world was surrounded by numbers, charts, experimentation and nothing was out of order especially when the human side of me was chaotic by nature. It was a world in where my brain ruled, not my heart. I know laughable right! However, if I were to be completely honest here-especially with a bunch of stranger's- this universe, this world with its infinite probabilities and its numerous possibilities had given my lonely existence a purpose…it gave me a reason to live.
It saved me.
Yes, in this realm (in where Monster High existed) monsters had found a place to co-exist, to live and believe that they had a right to dream, to exist, to love because this timeline bore a favorable improbability: freedom.
For me no possibility existed simply because I was part human. My looks dictated that I was the oppressor; my weakness gave them (monsters) retribution for the pain they had suffered at the hands of our kind: human kind. But still I was free because when I was with Holt nothing like that ever mattered not because I was naïve, but because he gave me something to be hopeful for.
When I was with him he made me believe that in this world I was the main character. Free to choose, free to change my known trajectory a system in where destiny's cold input had nothing to do with my output because Holt's actions and words arose something within me, I assumed, I lost long ago: faith. I was never one to believe in a God but on certain days when Holt was serious his words carried with them such conviction it made me want to believe,
"Jackson, how could you not believe? It is faith that moves people to great achievements that defies probability and predictability. Faith is not certain. It is the courage to live with uncertainty. Trust me Faith is never easy. The great heroes know failure after failure, disappointment after disappointment. What made them great is that they refused to despair. "*
Of course at that time I didn't think much on his words I let him talk because he gave me a sense of normality a simple spec, possibly a glance, on what it meant to be a family. It was a source of at-homeness, a place I could turn too filled with unconditional love. Sure, it was a significantly broken but non-the-less it was my home, filled with splendors I couldn't even begin to describe.
"h-e-l-l-o?" someone quietly mumbles.
And for a single moment my world crumbled at the sound of that quite murmur, that faith that Holt had spoken about now laid before me: how could I not believe? It was improbable but when my eyes met those of a small child, probably no more than four years old, hiding behind the doorframe of my room I understood his words, his faith. For me, at that moment, nothing else mattered and the more I looked at him the more my world began to fill itself with color. Immaculate colors that I couldn't even begin to innumerate, this was my world now and honestly it was beautiful.
I think I fainted again.
~5 Days Later
I regret everything I had said previously! Because now, my world was everything but orderly!
Oh, I guess I should backtrack a little bit. My name is Jackson Jekyll, a monster, you know like those of legend. Currently, I attend Monster High a school for…well, monsters. Anyways, five days ago- while I was playing Casket-ball—I, naively made a selfish wish, this wish resulted in the immediate separation between my alter ego and myself. There was however, one miscalculation, Holt (my other half) was turned into a toddler, one who had brought forth chaos and destruction.
The shock of child rearing:
Feeding
Shopping for toddler clothes
Baths
Story Telling
Whining
Middle-of-the-night whining
More whining
I didn't realize that taking care of a child was a-lot more exhausting then school exams, school festivals and sports. Needless to say, I was severely deprived of my sleep because adult-Holt was a hyperactive child and now child-Holt wanted to be a hyperactive adult.
Jackson: [Pleading] Please Holt let me put your school clothes on. We're going to be late for school.
"No" Holt protests
Jackson: Please? I'll even give you a piggyback ride to school.
"No, I'm this many (holds up 4 fingers) and that means I'm a big kid now! I can walk to school by myself!" he proudly explains
Jackson: Okay, you're a big kid now. So would you mind walking me to school?
"Okay!"
Sigh: On a side note: Luckily, three days ago, Heath (my cousin) had spoken to Monster High's Headmistress Bloodgood. If you were wondering about our mistress, she would be in human terms, the Principle at our school and she has allowed Holt to continue his education at Monster High due to his monster status.
Jackson?"
Jackson: [Kneels down] Yes?
"I'm kinda scared about going to school."
Jackson: Are you kidding, you're going to blow them out of the water. They won't know what hit them.
" Jackson? …But what if they think I'm weird or ugly? I mean…my skin is blue."
Jackson: Holt. You're the most beautiful little monster in the whole world.
"You're just saying that cuz you're my dad." He sniffles.
Jackson: [He smiles and begins to poke his belly]No I'm not. I'm madly in love with you and it's not because I'm your dad. It's because you're beautiful inside and out.
"Jackson? I don't want to be a loser" Letting go of the tears he tried to hide.
Jackson: [He coo's] Hey, look at me. Where did you get that idea?
Silently shakes his head.
Jackson: Holt? Do you know what a loser is? A loser is someone who is so afraid of not winning that they don't even try. And you're trying real hard right?"
"Yeah."
Jackson: Since you shared something so important with me, how about I share something about myself…before all of this happened, I lost you-
"I know dad. That's why I can't remember much"
Jackson: [small laugh] I lost you…and I was about to give up. I was broken. I felt like there was no reason for me to be here anymore. Oddly enough, I found myself praying, stumbling on my words wondering what my beginning should be, especially since I had never prayed before. And eventually, I found myself talking, mumbling incoherent sentences all centering around one thing: forgiveness.
I wanted forgiveness for all of those times I had let you down.
Then, you showed up and I've never cried so hard in my life because even though I always told people that they mattered, up until that moment, I didn't feel like I mattered anymore and when I saw you again I was reminded that I have a purpose and all I needed to do is keep going. You showed me that I wasn't a loser because you changed my world. I love you." *
"I love you too, dad."
_~Monster High
After our mini reflection we (Holt and I) found ourselves on the outskirts of Monster High and for the first time since Holt's disappearance I realized, I was human. However, that small discovery was instantly forgotten because once my feet touched the schools compounds Holt had decided to take charge dragging me along every creek and cranny of the school stopping only to gawk at the many monsters who now walked the grand halls of our school:
"Dad! Look! People look like me…" he gleefully cooed.
And as I continued to follow his lead my mind began to think about Holt's childhood, his existence and how Holt was forced to come to terms with being a secondary personality. A personality, who could only live through my experiences:
Heath: [Shouts] Jackson!
Jackson: [Smiles] Yes, Heath?
Heath: [Looks around] I came to play with little Kuro?
Jackson: [sigh] Heath? He has a name. You can't just name him whatever you want just because Holt annoyed the hell out of you.
Heath: [Finds Holt] I found you! Aren't you a little cutie! Kuro!
Holt: [Struggling to get out of Heath's embrace] Hey! Creeper let me go! I don't even know you! And my name is Holt!
It was weird to be here at this point in time. A couple of days ago I was franticly looking for a cure, anything that would allow Holt the freedom to be free and dream at the cost of my very own life. Instead, I found myself surrounded by indescribable warmth something so loving it made me want to cry…once again Holt had given me something so beautiful: family.
Heath: YEAOWCH: You little bugger, you have a-lot of nerve trying to bite me!
Holt: [stops] Hey! Could you put me down? I really need to go to the bathroom! …Hey Jackson, I'll be back, just going to the bathroom!
Jackson: That's weird
Heath: What?
Jackson: He called me Jackson.
Heath: Yeah! So?
Jackson: Nothing. I'm being paranoid again.
_~Bathroom
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm a fucking toddler! Nooooo!Why am I... 3 feet tall? Frankie will never want me now!
Deuce: [Kneels] Hey little man, you lost?
Instantly, my eyes found those of Deuce Gorgon a well-built monster with an incredible lineage. If I remember correctly, Clawd once mentioned his best-friends undying loyalty. For now this will have to do, plus it's a great way to panic over my weird new life (and a way to fix it) and playing cupid for a stupid normie of mine. Sigh. That means I have to trust him.
Holt: Deuce can you keep a secret?
Deuce: Anything for you dude.
Holt: First things first. What's today's date?
Deuce: I don't know but it is Monday.
Holt: All right. (That means I've lost about 5 days worth of memories)…I need your help but it also means that you can't tell nobody, well, at least until I'm ready to explain all of this. Okay?
Deuce: I swear I won't tell a soul.
Holt: Last week I made a wish. I, Holt Jekyll, wished for Jackson to be liberated from the monster inside of his Head:me
Special Thanks and dedications to:
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Well hopefully you have enjoyed chapter 2. Hopefully Chapter 3 will be out soon( encouragement is welcomed).
Constructive criticism is also welcomed!
I do apologize for spelling and gramatical errors (don't have a beta) and my weird writing style
I also want to thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to read this means a-lot to me
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