chapter 2

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3rd person Pov.

Jackson stood in the middle of the dance studio studying himself in the mirror. His friends would be late to practice again.

"Those dark eyes, crazed smile, and bright red hair that even fooled me into a fake safely. "

He stopped seeing the image of himself and could see the person who caused Alices prisament. The person in the mirror smile scared him . Large black wings stretched out from behind the redheaded refection. Jackson stood motionless as he watched him move from mirror to mirror.

Those dark eyes stopped to stare at him, felt as if he was staring right through him at something.

"Alice......Alice please remember me.....".

Jackson shook his head "Alice"?! "Oh god I'm hearing things". But the reflection of the boy stared back at him and lifted his arm out like he was falling and trying to grab onto something.

"Alice....Alice join me, remember me....".

"Ahhh who is Alice".Jackson walked closer to the mirror. His arm reaching to place a hand on the mirror. The boy looked at him curiously,deathly calm and returned the movement. If it were not for the mirror they would be touching hands.

Jacksons Pov.

We stared at each other I dared not to make a movement in fear he would be scared away.I heard talking and laughing I had to look away , but his eyes were filled with lonelyness it saddened me. The sound of the door opening and the figure disappeared. "Dude are you alright"? "Yeah I'm fine JB just staring off into space". "You do that alot". I rolled by eyes "Tsh cause I have better things to do in my amazing fuckin mind". "Oi Jackson as always" ,said Bambam.

3rd person Pov.

Jackson felt the memory of the boy slip away as he focused on laughing with his friends.He convinced himself he was so tired he started to see things. Everyone left at the end of practice 2 hours later. Jackson was left to lock up. He looked back at the mirrors and saw himself nothing else. Sighing he thought it was time to let his head hit the pillow.

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