As A Cliché: A Short Story

Year#3: Deja Vu Disney Doll

Jax's POV

Do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach when... well... when you.... ugh. The feeling when you know something is going terribly wrong, and I'm not talking like I get one question on my test wrong, I'm talking like, Apollo 13 wrong.

Well however that feeling goes, I have it. It graced me with its presence as soon as Katie jumped into her car and vanished down the drive. My heart dropped into my stomach and my head felt compressed with an oncoming headache. My head whipped over to look at a guilty looking Jason.... Oh no what did he do? My eyes narrowed when his eyes caught mine and he shifted from foot to foot.

"What the hell did you do Jason?"

He swallowed nervously and chuckled.

"Wh- What do you mean Jax?" I inwardly smirked at his cowardly look.

This is too easy.

I pointed in the direction Katie had sped off into, then back at him.

"What happened upstairs"

His face reddened severely and suddenly his shoes seemed to become the most interesting thing in the world.

Calm down Jax it was probably nothing. I tried to calm myself down, taking deep breaths, tapping my foot, going to my 'happy place', I tried everything in those what seemed like hours of the time that he took to answer.

"It was nothing really."Jason muttered, scratching the back of his head, his head still bowed.

"Jason." I growled, realizing what he did.

"What man? She's grown up she's hot." he held his hands up in defense, as if he gave me a logical explanation to get all over my Katie. I calmly closed the space between us and quickly threw my fist towards him, striking him squarely in the jaw.

"stay away from my Katie, cousin, or you'll regret it."

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Katie's POV.

Goodness it's been forever.

I stared at the beautiful mural, running my fingers over the cool metal of the warehouse wall. Even with the fading colors the spray painting still managed o take my breath away, the snow seemed to twirl off of its canvas, you felt as if you could step into the scene and grab a handful of the crisp white snow on the ground. I remembered painting this. I remembered everyone mentioning it at school briefly in when they summarized the party the night before to their friends who weren't allowed to go, or couldn't make it.

I glimpsed through the window, the landscape outside somewhat matching the one one the wall.

No this is darker horribly more realistic.

It felt like whenever I looked outside I was looking into a Brothers Grim story, everything was cold, grey, and did I mention cold? The breeze was a freezing slap to the face, making me wrap Jax's hoodie closer to myself. I stole this one after he'd worn it to school. It wasn't really stealing though, just replacing the one that my mother selfishly took. Speaking of my parents, they were gone again. They think now that Jax is back home that everything is fine.

Newsflash guys! It's not! Of course we wouldn't know even if they were still here.

I jumped at a loud clang, that reverberated off of the metal warehouse walls. I was suddenly trapped in a Scooby-Doo movie. pulling myself off of the ground, I dusted myself off and looked at the mural quickly once more. The little Mulan doll caught my eye, not only bringing back the memories, but also adding to the eeriness of the situation. I started walking towards the exit, figuring if I walked slowly the noise would shove off and leave me alone. A scratching sound filled my ears and I leaped ten feet in the air. Now sprinting I feared for my life as the skittering got even louder.