A New Start (DSaF)

2- News

Hello! Second chapter! Reminder the little art thing isn't mine. (I'm too lazy to make my own)

Nonetheless

TW: Mention of smoking

Jack made the orange juice and grabbed himself a cup of water. His head was still spinning, and his throat dry, but 'least he could focus enough. Walking into the living room, he handed Michael the juice, sitting down on the sofa.

With Michael faces glistening as he took a sip. He gulped down his mouthful of orange juice and then opened his mouth to start talking, Jack interrupting him.

"Let me ask first, where's your mom?" Jack questioned, taking a sip of his water.

"Oh. Uh, Mommas.. sick." Michael scratched the back of his neck.

"How sick?"

"Pretty bad.."

"Oh? You don't have to tell me if you -" Michael interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"Momma said to look for my dad since she doesn't have long.. lung cancer."

It was quiet for a moment.

'Smoker mom. Expected, to be honest.' Jack thought to himself.

"Sorry about that..." Jack took another sip

"It's fine, I guess. My aunt is watching me at home.. I don't like auntie. She's not nice." Michael replied, looking at his drink.

"Oh. How old are you?"

"11. Last month."

"Just a child, huh?" Jack lowered his eyelids, raising his eyebrows.

"Hey, I'm not just a kid! I'm in my double digits." Michael scoffed.

"Well, alright. If you say so. Anyways, go ahead and ask away." Jack was starting to feel better, his head still slightly spun.

"Alright, well.. where is William." Michael leaned forward, sipping his orange juice again.

Jack winced. 'Of course he starts with that..'

"Well, kid. Uhm..." That's strange. Why did Jack hesitate? He could just say he's dead, and he wouldn't have to care what the kids' reaction is.

"Dead.." Michael finished the sentence for him.

Jack paused a little. "Yeah.."

Michael looked down. "What happened?"

"Shit went down, my guy. It's a really long story." Jack leaned back in his chair, drinking a bit more of the water in his hand.

"I could listen. I have a long while." Michael looked up.

Jack looked away from him, to the TV. He winced to see it still running. More money on the bill now. Back to the kid, he would have to tell him about his state. This kid is definitely alive, and he's undead.

"Well... uhhhhh. " Jack rested his head on his shoulder, propping his arm on the sofas side.

Michale cocked his head, curious.

Jack sighed "Promise you won't freak the fuck out?"

"I watched my mom go through so much stuff, my auntie take over half my life, people bully me for my skin, and so much more. I don't think whatever you have going on won't freak me out." Michael retorted, squinting his eyes.

"Damn, trauma." Jack scoffed.

Michael only shrugged and continued to stare at Jack.

"Weeell.. I'm... undead?" Jack cautiously replied.