Filling the empty space Jeremy x Marionette or Jerenette

Part Three

(authors note: I've decided to change this part of the story since it didn't fit well so I rewrote it and I hope this is a bit better)

Jeremy was about three years old when it happened. He was in the car , and dispute it being night time he and his mother were laughing and singing along with the radio. Then... then crash, Jeremy was thrown backwards landing painfully on the floor. He yelped as his skull made contact with the ground, causing a massive head ache. Jeremy's eyes wide ed at the sudden shock. A boy who looked about a year older than him was pinning him down. Shaggy black hair hung almost perfectly framing his face. Blue eyes stared back with amusement matching his smirk. Black lines going from his eyes to his chin almost looking like tear tracks. Was this the puppet? And if so, he was actually kind of cute for a person's about to end his life.
"Well what do we have here?" he purred. "It looks like you forgot something~." Jeremy stayed silent, fearing that if he said anything it would anger the boy. The puppet sat up no longer pinning him down, but still sitting on him preventing any movement. "Yes," he chuckled smirk getting wider," some thing very important. Jeremy's mind thoughts were racing, what should he do? Run? That was out of the question. It was already to late for the mask, not that it would have worked. What the hell was be suppose to do?