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JACKSONS MOTHER WALKED into her son's room, a loud sigh leaving her throat once she saw the mess that came from the redhead. She shook her head, wondering how her son was so comfortable living in such filth, and that's when she got the bright idea to clean out his room. He was at school, and she thought it would be a nice surprise for him, especially since he'd been slacking. He'd been really depressed lately, and he wouldn't quite tell her why. She just hoped the signs weren't too deadly.
The woman leaned down and started off with the young man's dirty clothes, and it wasn't too long until she was grabbing the broom from the side of the fridge. While she did all of that, she wondered what was going on in her son's mind. He was becoming a whole different person. She was no longer close with him, and he constantly buried himself in his room, doing nothing but allowing his interests to consume him.
He barely even ate. He could never remember to, and it wasn't because he was busy studying or anything. His grades were an absolute mess. She tried everything she could, but nothing worked. If she took away his electronics, he would simply grow even more depressed, and he'd stay awake for days, the eyebags usually giving it away. She didn't know what that meant at all though. It just seemed like he was suffering, and since he was her only son, she wanted to give him the best.
After a little while of cleaning, she found a dark box underneath his bed, causing her eyebrows to raise in curiosity. He had stopped telling her every little detail about his life, so she wasn't sure what this box could've been filled with.
Hesitantly pulling it out from underneath the bed, she coughed a little at the dust that came with it, but she got over it quickly. Pulling the box even closer to her, she then began to stare it down. She didn't know why, but she was starting to feel guilty, and she was backing down. She felt like she wasn't supposed to be doing this. It could've been filled with something she didn't want to see. He was a growing boy after all.
The mother hummed to herself, and just watched the dark box infront of her, not sure of what to do next. She thought this would bring her and her son closer to eachother if she could find something personal, but at the same time she thought it was an invasion of his privacy.
But in the end, she went with the first option. So desperately wanting to get to know her son better, she reached her hands down to the top of the box and pulled it upwards before eventually setting it down to the side. What she saw made her eyes widen.
There was a dark book right in the middle of the box that had the words 'forY/N.' at the top, but there were also a bunch of little notes and photos of the actress Y/N L/N underneath. Most were of her in bikinis or any revealing clothing meanwhile some others were just innocent photos of her faces. She actually couldn't believe what she was seeing. She knew he liked her, and he had always showed an interest for her, but she didn't think it was this big. She usually always shuts down his little crush for her.
She thought back to all of the times she jokingly mocked him for liking the celebrity, and she noticed that everytime she did that, he would throw these little fits, and he would swear that he would be hers in the future.
The mother's hand shakily picked up the book, only to gently place it down onto the floor as she turned her attention onto the little notes, only for her to realize they weren't just notes, they were also drawings of the woman. Not realizing how talented her son truly was, a low gasp passed her lips.
After finishing glancing over the drawings, she picked up a small note and let her own eyes scan over each word that was messily wrote onto it.
"Everyday I think about you I go crazy and crazier. I just wish you were here with me. Or no, that I was there with you. I want you to touch me so badly. I would love to be yours. I could treat you so much better than your boyfriend. I want to peel the skin off my face every time I see you kiss him.
I really want him dead. I want him dead. I need him dead. I want you to watch him die. I don't care if you cry just please cry to me.
Actually I want to be the reason he is dead and then I can keep you to myself. I can make you so happy. I want you to make me do everything for you I don't care if you treat me horribly. I just need you to love me. I love you so much!"
There was a shudder that went down her spine after she read that, and she then looked over at the book, realizing that the note could've been nothing compared to the things he wrote down in there. It seemed like this one was more about his feelings towards the celebrity, and nothing else. She didn't even know jealousy could be in control of ones emotions ever, but it hurt her so badly to know her son was that exact way.
