Jacksons POV.
The day ended and I threw my door open to my room before throwing my stuff down seconds after. I searched around the apartment. "MARK WHERE ARE YOU?!"
No response. I let out an annoyed sigh fluffing my hair frustrated. Time to look harder.
I searched every area that I knew of and still nothing. Maybe he went back to wonderland. No he hated that place. Maybe he went out to eat. In the middle of school? No way.
Where is Mark oh god.
I threw myself on the bed in defeat. Think where would he be.
Mirror....mirror
Are you kidding me a mirror no way.
I stood up and threw the cloth that covered my broken mirror to the side.
Their had to be a way in.
I pushed at it
Nothing
Touched around it
Nothing
Damnit I'm so useless.
I looked back at the mirror to see a shattered version of me.
What are you looking at?!?!
3rd person.
Jackson punched his mirror angrily putting tiny cuts all over his hands.
The hole in the glass created a weird key shape as he traced around it unknowingly leaving marks of blood.
A gleam of gold caught his attention in the corner of his eye. He turned around and noticed a golden piece of jewelry on his been he always saw around Marks neck. Curiosity he picked up the piece of jewelry ironicly shaped as a key. He swept his sweaty forehead then pushed the key into the mirror. Nothing happened and Jackson felt as if he would cry.
Suddenly the mirror changed and a blinding light flashed in his room then next thing he new he passed out.
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams (markson)
FanfictionIts not intill they started talking about him did he start to dream , became obsessed , In love but his love was fictional at least thats what he thought
