Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.This chapter covers a series topic just be warned and Jackson maybe a little OOC I hope you enjoy
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Later that night, I tossed and turned in my sleep. There was no escaping the nightmare of her death.
"Jackson…." Her voice called out, beckoning me forward. Yet my feet and mind seemed to be frozen in place.
"Serena," I mumbled inching my eyes open. The bright red numbers on my alarm clock flashing in front of me, it read, 3:30am. I groaned rolling onto my other side facing the wall. I pulled the covers around me trying block away the memories and the nightmares. I listened to my foster brother snoring softly in the far corner of the shared bedroom. I covered my ears, blocking out all the noise, but nothing worked.
Rolling my eyes, I blew out a breath of confusion and frustration and sat up in bed. Throwing off the covers, I quietly got up and left the bedroom.
Flipping on the bathroom light, I blinked, allowing my eyes to adjust. Closing the door, I shivered as the tile floor sending chills up my spine. I glanced down and saw goose bumps forming on my feet from the full length mirror hanging on the door. I pressed my head against the glass taking deep breaths.
"Hi, Jackson," an all too familiar voice called out from behind me. Chills of excitement and tears of pain ran down my face. I shook my head, pounding my fist gently against the glass. "No, no, not again," I muttered glancing up. Yet instead of just seeing my reflection, I saw another younger female face staring at me from behind.
Closing my eyes, I groaned, "Why can't I just have one night of peace?"
"Jackson…" her voice trailed off and her image dissolved too.
I blinked tears running down my checks, but I sucked the rest down. "Why is this so freaking hard, I never felt this bad when Mom died?" I asked myself, but I knew the answer. My body began to tremble and I slammed my fist against the sink, but felt no pain.
"God, just take me right now!" I cried.
"Why not let me grant you that wish brat!" a dreaded voice called out from behind me. I spun around and Jed stood there with a police gun pointed right at my heart.
"Say hello to those bitches for me sonny," he said sneering at me. Before I could even think of anything to do a bullet was lunched.
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I bolted right up in bed; sweat was pouring down my hands and face; my heart about ready to burst out of my chest; my throat tightening so much I could barely breathe. I pushed back my covers and brought my knees to my chest. I felt like a child once again and this time there was no one there. No mom or Serena to comfort me.
"You still have Mel," a small voice stated in my mind. Unsettled, I let out a heavy sigh and let my eyes dart around the dark room.
After about ten minutes, I lay back down, but I didn't get back to sleep at all that night.
When my alarm went off, I nearly jumped out of bed, but the nightmare and Jed's twisted face would not leave me alone.
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School seemed to fly by until lunch..
"Come in," the counselor, Mr. Benson said softly. I walked in slowly and sat down in the chair set up for me in front of his desk.
"So how have you been Cody-"
"Jackson," I said, almost physically cringing at my damned first name.
"Of course, so Jackson, how have you been?"
I shrugged, slumping down in the chair my eyes down cast slightly. Mr. Benson leaned forward in his chair, his finders drumming on his desk. I felt his intense star and I finally looked up meting his gaze.
"What's new in your life Jackson?" he asked causally.
"You mean beside my little sister dying and a bustard of a man locked away for life…nothing comes to mind," I said sharply, leaning back in the chair crossing my arms over my chest.
A few moments, Mr. Benson didn't say anything. He simply stared at me and finally I had to look away. I turned towards the window and a butterfly landed on the ceil. It had bright orange and black spotted wings and seemed to be trying to get inside the room. I was so transfixed by it that I almost missed Mr. Benson speaking.
"What…what do you mean she died?" he asked, completely uncaring.
My blood flew to my face and my neck was beginning to grow hot at how uncaring his voice sounded. Without turning to look at him, I muttered, "She died."
"How?"
Anger rose in both my heart and my face. Snapping my head around, I cried, "She died! What about that don't you understand."
"I understand, but how did she…dye Cody"
"It's Jackson…and he killed her, god Damn it!" I cried, almost jumping out my chair, staring coldly down at him.
Mr. Benson just stared at me with an unwavering gaze, but there was concern and slight sadness in his gaze.
"Yeah right, like he has no clue what I'm going though. God Serena please just come back!" I exclaimed to myself.
Just then the bell rang singling the sign that lunch was over. Mr. Benson stood up quietly saying, "That's enough for today Jackson, I'll see you tomorrow."
I shrugged, straitening myself and picking up my backpack.
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Walking out of the room, a saw Eric and Taylor hanging all over each other, Eric was kissing her lips gently and she was pressed up against a locker for a moment. Sighing, I turned in the other direction and began to walk outside. I spotted the gang sitting and laughing at the table, getting ready to head back to class.
"Traitors!" my mind screamed, as I watched them laugh and joke as if nothing was wrong.
But boy was I wrong about them. Since the island and my sisters' death, all of them, everyone single damned one had gone back to being all preppy and spoiled little rich kids. None of them cared about anything, but the next hottest fashion or the next big dance coming up. I turned to my right and darted down a side hallway, I didn't care if I skipped school. I just had to get away. Away from school, away from Eric, the others and most of all, away from Melissa. I knew it wasn't her fault and I loved her like the earth itself, but she just didn't understand. Non one on the whole bloody universe understood and her voice kept calling to me everywhere I turned something reminded me of her. Her face, her body, her voice, her eyes, her cries of pain that I couldn't comfort, her smile, her everything.
I barely released it, but I was now running and was almost down town into the city. I stopped running and stopped releasing I had no idea where I was going. I looked around and as if by magic, I saw the graveyard behind the church my foster parents took me and where under the cold hard ground lye my sister.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked myself, as if she had dragged me here herself. I took a deep breath as the streets began to fill with people as lunch breaks ended. I waited and then darted across the street towards the church. Darting behind it, I waited sliding down onto the ground.
Folding arms on my neck, I leaned back against the wall. Yet I pulled away after only a few seconds, feeling something against my wrist. I pulled my arms down examining them carefully. Blood ran down my wrist on my right arm, flowing down my arm and soaking into my shirt. Yet I felt almost no real pain. It sting like hell, but nothing else. Watching it, I felt my mind ease away from all the pain and my heart stopped pounding against my chest. The heat on my neck stopped. Everything just seemed to disappear and uneasy, but easy calmness enveloped me.
I remembered blood dripping from Serena's wound and yet she had seemed at peace at least. Maybe blood was a remedy for peace of some kind. I glanced around, behind the church was like a deserted alley. I stood up and looked for my knife, but then remembered that I had left it at home.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath. I turned back to the stone wall and saw a stan glassed window filled with light of an angel.
"I'll be back Sere," I promised, cracking a faint smile. Covering my wrist and pressing my hand around it, I stopped the bleeding as I walked back onto the busy streets.
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It took me about ten minutes to arrive to the house. I glanced at my watch, it read 12: 38. Usual at this time, my foster mom was home cleaning the house, but her car was gone now and the other kids were at school.
"Which is where you should be Jackson," her voice scolded me.
I ignored it as I walked inside. The house was so quiet, not even the dishwasher was running. I closed the front door firmly behind me before darting up the stairs into my room and then into the bathroom. I shut the door, locking it and then pulled the shades down. This morning I was scared about coming inside, but now I had no fear. Nothing matter, nothing. Moving over to the sink, I pulled out my pocket knife simply staring at it for a few moments.
"What are you chicken?" I asked myself.
I shook my head firmly as the silver glinted in the dim light overhead. Closing my eyes, I raised the knife over my left wrist and sliced it. I gritted his teeth together for less than a second, but then the same calm took a hold. Opening his eyes, he watched as the warm blood dripped down into the sink, only feeling relief.
"Jackson, please stop!" Serena cried out.
But I ignored her. She wasn't there except in my mind. She and Mom were gone, the others didn't understand. No there were all hanging out together and having a great old time laughing and fooling around.
I was alone. Completely alone and no one even cared.
"Jackson, I care please don't do this!" she exclaimed again. Yet I ignored her as I slit my wrist once more. The smooth warm sticky blood, carrying away all my pain away down the drain into darkness.
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I hope you enjoyed it. I know it's a little extrime for Jackson to do, but please bear with me. Please review and tell me what you thought about it please.