A/N: So since the last chapter was shorter than I usually write, I have decided to post another story. I would also like to point out that Jen was adopted, that is more clear in this chapter
I do not own anything to do with JESSIE
The day before the talent show was two days before graduations. I sat in my room exhausted, mentally and physically. I hadn't been getting the best sleep lately, so I have hardly slept.
I heaved myself off the bed and walked down stairs to where my parents, Mel, and Luke, who was getting a lecture on how he has to try and be a better listener in class
I hadn't had dinner, I was too tired to get up before and pure motivation of being starving was what got me up this time.
I walked over to the fridge, and just as I was opening it Luke walked over to walk past, but stopped when he saw me.
"You look like a zombie." He stated.
"You look like a boy." I reply.
"That makes no sense." He says.
"Sure it does. Wait... no it doesn't... ignore me I'm tired." I respond and sit down on a chair and place my head on the table.
"Maybe you should go to bed early?" Mel says.
"That won't help. Trust me." I say. She gives me a look, "I tried to go to bed when I got home."
"What have you been doing that you aren't use to be doing?" my mom asks.
"Practicing for the stupid talent show." I say.
"You're in it?" my dad asks. Right, I didn't tell them... oh well. I nod and all the adults look at each other, "Why didn't you tell anyone?" he asks confused.
"Well, I look like a zombie so I think that counts as an answer. And it will be horrible so I doubt anyone will go." I say as I stand up, "I'm going to try and sleep again."
I walk upstairs and I hear whispering as I leave the room.
"Mama I hear the door opening." I say. A white blonde haired woman turns around and looks down at me. I look up at her with big blue eyes, "Why is the door opening mama?"
She looked panicked; she quickly bent down to my height. "Jenny, we're going to play a game." She said in a quiet voice. "You are going to go in the closet and hide. Very, very quietly. And I'm going to stay out here." She says as she opens the white doors of my closet.
"But mama why is the door opening?" I ask again. She just leads me in and hides me with a bunch of stuffed animals.
"Shh." She says. I could now hear someone walking up the stairs. I open my mouth to speak again but she covers it with her finger, "Don't say a word Jenny, I love you."
She closes the door and I see her feet walk over to the middle of the room. I look through the slats of the door as a man walks in.
It is dark in the closet, too dark.
"Where is she?" the man says in a deep voice.
"I don't know." The blonde lady says. The man taps his foot.
"You don't know, or you won't tell." All of the sudden I hear a click, "Where is Jennifer." He says again, louder. I quietly cover my ears against his voice.
"I don't know." The lady says in a strong voice.
"One more chance."
"I do not know where Jennifer is!" she yells.
Bang!
I sit up in bed gasping for breath. I feel sweat as it drenches my body. I feel as though someone has spilt syrup over me.
I quietly stand up and walked into my bathroom.
I turn on the shower to cold and peel off my clothing. I step in and let the water wash everything off me. After about five minutes I get out and change into my clean pajamas.
Without thinking I walk out of my room and across the hallway to where my parent's bedroom is. I walk in and walk over to my mom's side of the bed.
I kneel down on the floor beside her and rest my head on the bed beside her chest and hand. I hear her heart beat and it starts to calm mine down.
All of the sudden I feel her hand smoothing down my hair.
"Jen, what's wrong?" she says in a quiet voice. I don't respond and she just continues to stroke my hair. All of the sudden she sits up and stands.
"Christina? What's going on?" I hear dad say.
"Nothing Morgan, just go back to sleep." Mom says. Dad lays back down and after a few seconds his snoring starts again. She takes my hand and leads me back to my own room.
She quietly turns on my bedroom light and I squint at it. I wasn't use to the light since I was sleeping before.
She leads me to my bed and sits down in it with me and pulls the covers over us.
"What's wrong Jen?" she asks again as she looked at me in the eyes.
"I just had a very bad dream." I respond. She gives me a knowing look.
"You and I both know that isn't all." She says, "Tell me." She says softly.
"I just had a dream where a little girl hears someone coming into her house and her mom tells her to hide and hides her, telling her that it is a game. But when the child is in hiding she hears a gunshot and then I woke up." My mom hugs me. We lay down on my bed and she rests her chin on the top of my head.
"It's not real Jen, everyone's okay." She says.
"But there is one thing mom." I say as I close my eyes and breathe in her soothing scent of some type of perfume or body wash, "The little girl was me, and the woman was my birth mom. That was how she died."
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