Tru's Heir Chapter Three: Jackie Again

Tru jumped from her bed in a furious wave of sheets and pillows as her alarm went off. She looked at the calendar. Wednesday, same day as yesterday. Yep, it's a do-over day. She shut off her alarm and hurried to get dressed. Then she remembered something. "Harrison, on top of the cabinets is a box of money. Take what you need and make sure you get it back to me," she yelled to the living room, where a silent Harrison was waiting for her to awaken. His wish of going unnoticed didn't come true. Not today, at least.

"How did you...?" He called from the kitchen.

"Know? It's a do-over day, Harrison. Just hurry up and get out of here." She said, slipping one of two shoes on.

"Oh, okay." He said, and left it at that. Tru heard the door open and close a few seconds later, announcing Harrison's exit. She ran into the kitchen and, sure enough, there was the empty box of once saved money, sitting on the counter. She reached for the phone and started dialing the number for the mor

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At the morgue Davis was crouched over the note on his desk. He reached for his phone to call Tru, when it started ringing. "City Morgue, Davis speaking" he said routinely. He was surprised to hear Tru on the other end of the line.

"Davis, I know you got a note from Jack and I know you were just about to call me to tell me to come down there and look at it so I'll be right down. 'Kay? Good." She hung up, leaving no time for a response from her boss. Davis just sat with the phone still up to his ear listening to the monotonous dial tone. "Oh..."

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Tru ran into the office morgue ten minutes later. Davis looked up as she burst through the double glass doors. "Do-over day, huh?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah," she responded. "Okay, here's the dealio," she started, but was interrupted as Davis raised one of his eyebrows so high, that it was in danger of getting lost in his hair. "Don't ask," she said, answering his question about her use of 'dealio' "anyway, yesterday...today...whatever, a girl, Jackie Harper, who is Jack's sister, came in here and asked for help."

"So she was already dead."

"Yes. No. Well, she came in, in the morning, alive. Yet, she knew she was going to die later. We were trying to help her, and she just stormed out. She came in later dead."

"You mean she knew she was going to die?"

"Well, by the looks of it, she had committed suicide. Her wrists were slit. But, she also knew that I relived days. When she came in dead she just said 'told ya', and the day rewound. It's like she wanted to kill herself just to prove to me that she was going to die. We never figured out how she knew my secret."

"Um...well, describe her to me. What kind of person was she?" "She was only about 15. She was...um...Goth." She said, trying to think of describing words for this unique girl. "You said that she had been through foster homes. She was incredibly pretty. Her hair went to her chin. It was blackish. Her skin is very pale. It's almost scary."

"You know, who your describing looks a lot like her." Davis said, pointing to the girl who was about to run into the doors to the morgue's office.

"That's her." Tru said, turning around to see the expected visit.

Jackie came in, just like before. Except this time-

"See? I told you I was going to die. Do you believe me now?"

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A/N: I'm so sorry my chapters are so short. I used to do really long chapters on my other stories, but it takes me forever to update them, so I resorted to short chapters. Thankyou my faithful readers for reviewing. Next post will be soon.