Eerie Jerry

Repaired

I see Jessica standing at my door looking around with a straitjacket on her tight. Fresh out of that asylum I escaped out of. Her scarred face really gave me chills. I didn't know how to react, she looked so scary. I can see her figure from the highlights of the window. The luminosity from the window made it possible for me to see her five foot tall frame. I saw her hair twirl as she kept looking around, breathing heavily. She still doesn't see me, but I can see the top of her head. "Uh, hello?" she began to speak. "Uh, Jerry was it? I-I need to see you!" She says this as she looks around the house and I hear her clomping on the hard wood floor. It had to be some sort of boots or some shoe with a thick bottom. As she twirled and looked around the spot she was walking, staying near the door, I slowly began to realise she was a little bit nervous of meeting me. She probably thought I would attack her because she might know my history. I wouldn't be surprised if she did know about my past. The first time I was in the asylum was when I was seven. I had Sparky come save me while attacking the nurses. I'm still some sort of fable to the psychiatric doctors, I'm sure they tell every patient or every worker about me. I'm a lot different from when I was seven. I had short hair, my skin wasn't very pale, I didn't have bags under my eyes and I had two feet made of my flesh. It seemed like a plausible transformation, the nurses did seem aghast to know I was still alive when I was found in the woods. The only thing the police did recognise me from was my ocean-blue eyes. It was in my description, but I didn't have any contact lenses ready at the time. They are a useful tool to cover my true eye colour. But, after the police raided everything from my home, I have to start from scratch. I snap out of my daydream when Jessica's face looks in my direction and I automatically take a baby step back and she wouldn't see me. "Jerry?" she asks. "I hope I got your name right, my name is Jojo or known as 'Psychotic Jojo.' I'm a killer from America." A killer? I could tell by the scars on her face she had to end a life or two. I'm friends with ghosts of serial killers, but never with a living serial killer. What confused me most of all, how did she know where I was going? If George told me about her, he had to tell this 'Jojo' about me. Can she... Can she see ghosts too? Am I...not alone? Another spirit speaker? It was at the tip of my brain and I had to know, but my fear still held me back. If I let my emotions take over me, I would loose a potential friend. I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out at first, but I catch my voice. "And how do you know who I am?" I ask as I stand over the banister, stepping up to it for her to see me. She turns quickly and sees my figure behind the banister. "I was in the same asylum as you." she speaks as she takes a few steps near the stairs. "When you escaped, I felt a sudden........ Connection..." That did provoke my interest. Is she saying this to get to me? I did feel a little drawn to her. She looked like a remorseless killer, but I felt like I had to do something to....help her... I couldn't explain it, I just thought maybe she needed help, so I had to step up. "What do you mean a 'connection?'" I ask her as I walk from the banister to the top stair to see her face better. "I...I don't know how to explain it..." she says as she looks out of breath and a little nervous. I take a few steps down to get a little closer. I see her straitjacket from the asylum we broke out of because I can see the name of the asylum written on the left hand side of her chest. She had some shorts on, but I couldn't see the colour, her eyes were a darker version of the eyes I saw from the asylum when she looked at me. I see some exposed skin from her shorts and her boots at the end. She was still panting, after all, she came a long way. I shyly ask her, "Hm,...you look...a little tired. Maybe you can stay the night?" I speak with a polite tone to make her feel at home, I just felt like I had to help her. Her face lights up like a torch, "Y-yeah! Sure, I'll stay!" She says this happy, yet, kind of blarmy. I watch as she goes to the chair in the living room and sits in the one chair I had left. I don't care if she took it, she looked like she need it more than me. I just felt like, I.....had the sudden urge...that I...feel for her, somehow... I don't know what's coming over me. I suddenly want to help this stranger. She's not like Mary Sue Redman, she was just...like an animal...seeking shelter... She looks at the little figure of my father, Sparky, looking at her. He walks up to her and she was kind of scared. "Yo, what the-That thing's alive!?" she exclaimed. "My golly," I hear Sparky talk, "I scare the trousers off of anybody by existin'!" I had to jump in because I didn't want a problem. I climbed down the stairs and into the living room. "Yeah, that's my dad, Sparky. He's a dingbat toy, who saved me from the asylum twice." I say to Jojo, trying to relax her. I see her face look at me and I thought I saw her mouth hung open from shock. "Oh... Oh, shit! I'm sorry..." she apologised with some fear. What is she scared of? I didn't think she would be scared of me, someone who's like half her age. She sat on that chair and looked around the house. I thought she would make some comments about the chipped paint, the dust clumps flying around, the damaged wood and walls. I expected her to say something like, 'how do you live like this?' She's not the least bit interested on how a child can survive in an abandoned house with no working water, heating or electricity? She didn't, she just sat tight on that chair, kept silent and looking around in the house. Jojo seemed to be getting used to the new environment around her, but when I have to break the news to her about the police knowing about this house, I'm concerned how she would react. Will she run away? Will she get upset somehow? I'm scared about how she would react to bad news because she's a living serial killer. I've never befriended a living serial killer before, this is all so new to me. She shivered a little, so she put up her legs. She looked at me shyly with those scared, huge eyes of hers. "Could, uh... Could you help me, please?" She gestured her back to me to loosen the straitjacket on her. "Oh, yeah." I say. I walked over to her and loosen the little straps buckled on her back and she was able to get the straitjacket off of her. "Th-Th-Thhh-Thank you..." spoke Jojo as she took off the straitjacket completely from herself. She had a black leather jacket on underneath that straitjacket the entire time. She took that off and put it on her lap. I saw she was wearing some small top, but it was too dark for me to see the colour. But, it didn't matter, she put the loose straitjacket back on. She wrapped her black leather jacket around herself and her arms around her legs. She was cold, straitjackets do provide some heat with that thick material it's made of, I'll give that credit. She looked a little like me when I was younger. If she ran the three and a half miles to get here, she had to be hungry and thirsty. I had some food saved for breakfast and a snack, but I just care about her too much. I have the power to get food using ghosts, what does she have? "Um,..." I speak to her with a shy voice. "Are-uh,... You seem hungry... Want something to eat?" Jojo looked at me and nodded in response to my question. I walk into the kitchen, where the cooler sat. I opened the lid of the cooler and presented the two meals I had in my cooler to Jojo. "I.... I only have a turkey and cheese sandwich and a chicken and rice bowl. Which one would you like?" I felt a little disappointed that I didn't have any more food. If I knew she was coming, I would have got a ghost to get some crisps and yogurt covered raisins. She just appeared out of the blue. Jojo looked in my direction and saw her choices. It didn't take long for her to pick. "Uh,... The chicken and rice bowl?" she decided. "Okay, I'll go heat it up. I'll be back." I spoke to her as I take the book of matches and the bowl of food with me as I make my way to the back door. She was still sitting on that chair when I turned around to see her before I out the door. She looked both shy and nervous. For a prolific serial killer, she's scared of a little boy. I'm beginning to doubt whether she is who she says she is. I go outside to warm up her dinner. I see the little metal bowl with little fire damage on the outside as it hung from the stick that was held up by two thin metal forks. They were shaped into Y's on each end. On the left end of the middle stick, there is a bent handle for rotisserie purposes. A rotisserie chicken would be good right now. I could season it, roast it over the fire and dig into the breast when it was done. I haven't roasted a chicken in a long time. I did it once and it was really good. I got my cooking skills from Aunt Daisy, Uncle Henry and ghosts with their past lives being chefs for previous royal family members. Why break into the palaces and castles to find good food when I have the ghosts who cooked for them decades and centuries ago? An idiot would do that, ha, ha. My cooking is a lot better than my parent's and my school's disgusting dishes. They taught me the finest recipes from their royal cookbook recipes they took to the grave. Eggs and crumpets, lamb chops with mash, grilled salmon with rice, calamari with truffles, spaghetti with beef, scrambled egg burritos, grill chicken for chicken salads, ravioli stuffed with different types of meats and cheeses, Shepherd's Pie, quiches, Eton messes, variety of tarts and different types of mousses. All of that sounds really good right now, especially for my houseguest. I just really hope this barrier of fear breaks between us. Why is she afraid of me? Is she worried I'm going to harm her? Or is she thinking how to dispose of my body when she kills me? I actually thought she would kill me for my house to seek shelter in. Maybe, but it's all thoughts for now. I don't want to fight her, I just had the sudden urge to give her a peace offering. Out of paranoia, I see a nearby ghost, Pauline Grossman, a ghost I enslaved to help me with housework. "Pauline." I call to her in a low tone, so Jojo wouldn't hear me from the outside. She floats over to me. "Yes, Master Jerry?" "Pauline, we have a houseguest here. She's on that chair, she claims to be a serial killer. Keep an eye on her and tell me if she says anything about me." I ordered to her. "Yes, Master Jerry." Pauline accepts. She goes into the house to watch Jojo while I was outside. I get started by cleaning out the metal bowl that hung on the metal rod. I take out the top rod and clean out the bowl with a piece of cloth from my left pocket. I wipe the inside clean, pour out the food from the paper bowl to the metal bowl. I put the rod back in the forks of the other two rods and I fill in the fire pit with some more fire fuel I had. I put in some sticks, some newspapers and some more rubbish into the pit. I pick up the book of matches, I open out the side, take one out, drag the head from side to side and when it lit, I threw it into the pit. I watched the fire eat the fuel I put in. It consumed some fuel bit by bit and it grew and grew until it touched the bottom of the bowl. I had my metal skewer ready to calm the fire when the food was heated good enough. I sat on a nearby rock and watched until I heard simmering. I just really hoped Jojo liked it and she wouldn't get mad or feel like I'm driving her away. I don't know her other than she's a so-called 'serial killer' and shared the same asylum as me. But, this 'connection' thing really left me thinking. What kind of connection? Was she just saying that to get under my skin and kill me or use me? I had absolutely no idea what she meant by that or how she even found me. If George told me about her, he might have had a hand in this. I wanted to talk to him, but I had to keep an eye on Jojo's dinner. She is the first living human to attempt to reach out their hand in friendship. I want to be her friend and care for her. But, does she feel the same? Maybe, maybe not. She might just be stopping here for the night and get a bite to eat before she departs in the morning and I won't see her again until God really knows. I sigh at that thought. I make a friendship with somebody only to never see them again. I never made any friends at school, only enemies turned into victims and bystanders becoming people who want to get away from me because they fear me. They are not me and they will not understand that I truly have emotion. My birth parents were not the best and my interests may be different from my peers, but is that a reason to ridicule me? Ah, they don't understand and they never will. The only living friend who understands me is Sparky, my new father. All I wanted was a family who would love and understand my curse. But, I still longed for the mother I wanted. I don't want Chelsea Mae anymore, she did give birth to me, but she didn't treat me like a son, only a savage. My thoughts are put on hold when I decided it was the best time to take out the chicken and rice dinner from the hot metal bowl. I moved the skewer in the fire to tame it. I go to the tree to take out my trowel from earlier and head to the fire pit with it. I dig up clumps of dirt and toss them into the fire. I threw enough to put the fire out. I realised I didn't have any oven mits, so I had to use my trowel to help me. I held the bowl with my left hand and I used the trowel to tilt the bowl with my right hand. I did it in more of a rushed fashion because I know Jojo had to be hungry. The food poured out of the metal bowl and into the paper bowl, but some bits of rice fell out. It looked good enough for me with the rice pellets and chicken browned. I was thankful the contents were not on fire or it would burn through the bowl and Jojo would be left with the sandwich she didn't want. I carry the hot bowl in my right and opened the paint chipped door with my left. I'm left-handed dominant, so I leave everything up to my trusty leftie. "Dinner's ready!" I call out to Jojo. She looked like she was in a trance on that chair, but she looked right up at me as I came in with the paper bowl. I see the plastic black spoon on the table and I put it in the food for her. I walk over to Jojo on the chair, nervously looking at me. She had both of her hands come out from her leather jacket. They were shaking with fear as they gently grabbed the bowl from my hands. "Th-Th-Thank you..." she speaks to me with a calm, yet scared voice. "Um,...would you like anything to drink?" I asked her because I know she had to be thirsty like me. She nodded as she pulled the bowl closer to her. I walk over to the cooler and open the lid. I dig into the ice to see four bottles of water and six bottles of orange juice. "Would you like juice or water?" I questioned her. "Um,...I think...I'll have the juice." she decided in a sheepish voice. I didn't say anything about her being scared of me. I enslaved serial killer's ghosts and made them feel what I wanted them to feel, but I don't know how she feels. A living serial killer is a whole different ball game, so I just played along. I can't enslave her because she's alive. I give her a cold bottle of orange juice in her hand she offered. "Ooo, that's cold. Thank you again." she thanked me. "Yeah, of course..." I reply back. I go to the pack of emergency candles to bring some light into the room. I take one out and place it into the metal candleholder. I go back outside to retrieve my matchbook. I come back in, stroke a match to the side when it was lit and I lit the candle. "Can you see me better?" I ask Jojo. "Yeah." she said. "Mmm, wow! This is actually good!" Jojo was eating that rice bowl to her heart's content and that gave me a proud feeling. She twisted the cap off of the bottle of orange juice I provided for her and started swigging that down fast. I could tell she was deprived of energy and fluid from that journey from the asylum to here. I felt good about feeding her and giving her a place to stay. We could be friends, but how long will it last? I walk over to my cooler, open it up and fish out my turkey and cheese sandwich that was going to be my snack. I opened the container holding it and I took a bite. The wheat bread really dominated the taste over the oven-roasted turkey meat and the mozzarella cheese in between. I take out another bottle of water and shut the container lid closed. There were no other seats in the room, so I just sat next to Jojo on the floor with my legs crossed, eating my sandwich. I would look up at her, eating away her chicken and rice bowl in merriment, acting like she didn't have anything good to eat in days. I can agree because the asylum food was nowhere near good. They would serve watery pasta and sauce and call it your lunch. If I did have the stomach for it, I would still be hungry. The asylum rationed foods for the patients and those with better progress of recovery could have an extra serving of anything. Not only was I not part of the 'better progress' ward, it was just unfair. It was discrimination to those who were actually sick. I'm sure Jojo had the same treatment. I felt bad for her, I really did. She looked older than me, but she shared the same asylum and ward with me, so that meant she was still a minor. But, from escapee to escapee, I wanted to lend a hand. I looked up and saw her wipe her mouth with her straitjacket sleeve. That's another good use for straitjackets, but I would always sleep in them. I always craved the security when I would go to bed. I always felt alone when I was going to sleep. "Woah!" Jojo suddenly exclaimed and spooked me. I looked at her and she was looking up to see the ghosts passing by, moving around in the air. Her eyes matched the same perspective from mine. She can see them too? Is this...really possible? Another spirit speaker? "You can see them too?" I asked her out of urgent curiosity. I was surprised, I really wanted to know. "Yeah," she spoke to me, "I can see them. The vision started when my... Brother, Brian died... He was shot by police and it was my fault..." Jojo stated with a broken voice. I saw her head just hang low and her lips just curled downward. Jojo lost someone close to her, I see that. She is a broken soul just like I am. Jojo was experiencing the same pain I was feeling for Dolly's absence. When I think about Dolly, I didn't think about all the pain and torture I afflicted to her. I think about all the love and care she gave for me when I enslaved her to be my mother. I know I beat and cut her doll body apart, but I did it because I was angry with my birth mother. Dolly was more of my substitute mother, somebody to vent all of my anger on I had for my real mother. I kind of wanted to say it to sympathise with her and it is hard for me to say. "I understand... I lost my mummy to some prick...who took her away from me..." It hurt for me to say it. Because when I did say it, not only did I feel a terrible, curdling pain in my chest, but it brought back the memory of Dolly leaving me. Jojo looked at me with interest in her face. I can see her brown and grey eyes lock into mine and I felt like I was under her enslavement. "Did she... Care for you?" Jojo asked as she looked at me. I felt like I wanted to lie to make me feel no pain, but I care for her too much to lie to her. "Yes... Yes, she did..." I was feeling my emotions just wanting to expel out of me because it's eating me up so much right now. I held my stomach and turned away from her to not see me cry. I may have kidnapped and beaten Dolly, but in a strange way, I still loved her. I needed a mother to provide for me and she was perfect because I saw her looting money from the streets of Wales. I felt no remorse when I took her from her family, but part of my life just crumbled when she was taken away from me. "My mom never cared for me," Jojo spoke to me, "she was a slut from the streets. The only person that cared about me was Brian...and now, he's gone..." Her voice was changing from the remorse and pain she was feeling about the loss of her brother. I just felt like she was in my shoes. Only, instead of loosing a parent by choice, she lost a sibling who gave her guidance in life when nobody else did. She had the same look I was having right now and she was only feeling a mixture of emotions I was feeling too. Anger, hurt, despair and most of all, feeling lost. When you loose someone, you don't know what to do and you feel like you have nothing in life. I was angry at the preacher who took Dolly away. He was from Ireland and knew Dolly well. He walked in the asylum and told me some words some I would never forget what he said. The preacher acted like my schoolmates, who ridiculed me, my family friends who made fun of me, my parents who never believed and neglected me. But, the words he said to me I would never forget was, "I hope you rot and rot in there." That did anger me and I wanted to get him, but he went to Dolly's cell. As a preacher, he knew an exorcism chant that he claimed would 'unchain the evil spirit from a victim.' He chanted the ritual and I remember Dolly screaming and I just knew, I was going to loose her. When Dolly was done screaming, that preacher spoke to Dolly and I heard Dolly's voice change. Dolly responded back with a "Cody?" The head doctor of the asylum was convinced that Cody saved Dolly and I lost her from my grip. I lost my mummy as she walked out that door...and left me and Sparky to rot in our cells. She was gone... My family I loved by choice was broken. I cried so much when Dolly walked out. My heart broke again. Only, not out of being dumped and humiliated, I had no mother... I won't get the motherly nurturement I was neglected from all of my life... I wiped a tear from my face as the pain returned. It haunted me and I can never escape it... "My mummy is gone..." I spoke softly, trying not to cry so much. "She cared about me unlike my birth mother, who neglected me....and now,....I have no mother to care for me..." I say with my voice breaking. I wanted to get revenge on Cody. Because of him, my happy family is half complete. I wanted a father AND a mother. Because of the neglect from my real mother, I needed a new one. I have that void that still plagued me that can only be satisfied by two parents who would give me the missing love I craved. I wanted to cry, but I just had the feeling I didn't want to around Jojo. She was upset with her loss and I was upset with mine. "I'm sorry..." I whisper to her. I sniff and wipe my face with my shirt sleeve. A sigh left my mouth as I try to recover from the pain from that open wound, still fresh. I may have lost a right foot, but it didn't hurt as much as I lost Dolly. I hear Jojo take a breath as she was recovering from her pain she was feeling from her loss. "I can be your mummy." I hear her speak softly. The shock I felt made my eyes widen and took my hands off of my face. "Excuse me?" I ask with interest. I had to make sure I wasn't hearing things. Did I just hear her say she can be my mummy? "I-I can be your mummy..." She said it again, is this really happening? I look at her and I crawl near her closely. I was just filled with an urge to know if she wasn't kidding or lying to me. Her face did look sincere and she stretched her legs out from the ball she was in. Her black boots touched the ground and she stood up and looked down on me. "You...Y-Y-YY-You really want to be..my mummy?" I ask to her again. This has to be something out of a dream. Is this real? I see her mouth curl into a small smile, but her voice was loud. "Yes!" She shouted to meant what she said. She really means this!? Do I......have a mummy at last!? She gets down on one knee to my eye level and spreads her arms out for a hug. I was still a little shy, but I still accepted by walking up to her with my arms spread out. Our bodies met and my arms interlocked with her back and her warm arms covered my upper and middle of my back. She felt so warm and I was feeling something inside. Something warm and fuzzy that gave me pure comfort. "I'll make your life better! I'll support you in anything, I'll protect you from any harm, I'll even die for you! I'll love you!" Those combinations of statements gave me that feeling I will never be alone and that motherly satisfaction that I craved will not be a mystery to my life. She's here! My mother is here at last! I felt myself being lifted off of the ground and seeing her face. I didn't care about the scars or what people thought of her face, she didn't scare me anymore. I felt a bond grow with this girl and my heart just thumped and thumped with jubilation. My mouth also curved into a smile that was as big as the sky. I felt my eyes smile too as a few happy tears pelted from my face, I couldn't believe this is happening. I felt like nobody on this planet will love or understand me, but I was wrong. It's usually a crusher to be wrong, but in this case, it's the best feeling in the world to be wrong about this! I felt love! I'm so happy! She's my mummy!! I give her another hug that was tighter! Now, I know what this 'connection' meant, our losses brought us together! She needed help with her past troubles just like I needed mine! My heart was singing with pounding as I felt whole again. I touch her face gently with my hands. Her face is soft, despite the scars. "M-Mummy Jojo..." I speak with my pure happy voice. I almost sounded like a little, tiny boy. The child I once was, minus the neglect and abuse. "My baby Jerry!" she cheered while hugging me just as tight as I was hugging her tight! She starts cradling me like a mother with her child, exactly how I wanted to be treated for the eight years of my life. I never got that from my family, I was more than happy to have it now. The connection exists for a reason, to bring us together and help out each other. I promise to protect and take care of her just as she swore she would to me. I...I love her. I really, really, love her! I love my Mummy Jojo! I nuzzle her face with my nose in a playful way and stroked her hair. It was soft, but it felt like it had to be washed. I'm sure she had dirt and blood in it. Whatever she needs, I will gladly provide it for her. I would do it from the love I have in my heart for her. "I love you, Mummy..." I say with my real, all-happy voice again. When I talk like this, I feel absolutely and genuinely happy, I have no anger or sorrow on my mind anymore. I'm at peace, I'm in the best moment of my life and I would wish for it to never end. Jojo was silent for about a minute and that made me look at her with wonder. Has anybody said they loved her? From her reaction, it looked like nobody has. That made me care for her even more. She may have taken me in, but I have the power to control the ghosts to be on our side and give us everything we need. We're we now! We're in this together! We're officially a family! "I love you too, Baby Jerry." she spoke to me. That really completed me when she said she loved me too. Jojo kissed me on the forehead, like any mother would. She shared the same feelings as I do with her. We really are connected. Our lives will no longer be this long road of pain with no light out of the tunnel. We're out of it! I cuddled into her arms as she sat back down on that chair and rocked me like the little baby she promised to protect. I'm her son and she is my mother. I love her so much. I really don't want to forget this day. It will be the day I got my mummy, the best thing that ever happened to me. It took me a long time to fall asleep in her warm arms, I was too happy to not sleep. Jojo covered me with part of her jacket and we slept our first night together as mother and child. A day I will remember forever.