Life sucks, and you won't get out alive.
Great.
Jasper Michael James was an ordinary outcast, with a not-so ordinary life, yet he did his best to pull through. With his mother dead, and his father in prison, Jasper and his sister, Jayda, were raised...
Walking up at ten in the morning after staying up until eight (AM) is not a great way to start a day.
But whatever. Two hours is enough.
I threw on a plain black tank and a pair of blue jeans - my typical Sunday attire. Heading to the bathroom, I slid out my retainers, replacing them with a black eyebrow piercing, and a black circular barbell for my septum. When I finished with that, I did my best to tame the rats' nest on my head, frowning when I saw my dark roots were beginning to show through.
My hair is naturally black, like Jayda's. It's one of two things we share from our mother - the second being freckles. However, the black hair bothered me after she died, so my grandmother would always help me find some other color for it. White seems to work the best, so that's what I typically used. It'd be occasionally blonde when the white washed out and all that was left was the bleached hair.
After managing to make my self look slightly like a human being, I headed to the kitchen.
Getting my amazing breakfast, I sat down to eat.
Trix are for badass-y people
When finished, I put my bowl in the sink before running back upstairs to brush my teeth and grab my converse.
Checking myself to make sure I had anything I needed, I head out, locking the door behind me and jogging down the driveway.
I made my way down the sidewalk, putting in my earbuds and finding a good song.
A Day To Remember's "All I Want" filled my head as I make my way down the street. I had no plans whatsoever. Hell, I didn't even know where I expect to go, but this is what I did every Sunday. It'd been a routine ever since my grandmother took me in.
So wander I did, around the town, around the park, the elementary school's nature trails, but there's one place I knew I had to go. It was the same as visiting Michael, it had to be done, to remember the good times. Before I knew it, I was in the cemetery, making my way through the rows of headstones looking for that one, large black stone with the rose engraved on it, and eventually, I found it.
But it wasn't the only thing I found. Standing in front of the gravestone was a girl about my age, with purple-pink hair. She was staring down at the black marble slab, as if lost in thought. I took my earbuds out, taking in the scene
"Are you lost?" The words slipped out, likely sounding harsher than intended.
She looked up at me, and replied without hesitation, "Not all who wander are lost."
I couldn't help but smile a bit. "Yes, I know that, believe me, but if you are not lost, may I ask why you are here?"
"As strange as it may sound to you, a stranger, I enjoy looking at the designs of headstones. The different carvings or statues on each trying to tell a story of what that person was like. This one here caught my eye." "Again, may I ask why?" She looked back down at the grave. "'Jocelyn Rose Barker-James' She was twenty three when she died, according to the dates. 'Beloved mother and daughter.' What truly caught my eye was the rose engraved here, it has no thorns. It seems as if this person was pure and kind, and certainly beautiful. She was so young, so I wonder how she died. What I wonder more is what her children were - or are - like. Were they raised without a father? It does not say she was a beloved wife or lover, but was she married?" The girl suddenly looked back up at me, "I'm sorry, I probably sound like a lunatic..."
"She was married."
Blue eyes stared at me, confused.
"She had two children, a boy when she was twenty, and an unborn baby girl was with her when she died. The girl survived, somehow still alive when the body was found. Both children are alive today. This woman had a husband, but it was at his hands that she died. He is in prison now, where he will remain for the rest of his life. The children lived with their grandmother until she, too, passed on."
Those blue eyes hadn't moved from my face, but I suddenly realize that they're a lot closer. I feel a warmth on my cheek as a gently hand wipes away the tears I hadn't noticed were falling.
"I'm so sorry for your loss." The girl whispered.
"Thank you." I murmured back hoarsely, turning my head away.
"You're name is...?"
"Jasper...James..." I replied.
"It was nice to meet you." She offered a small smile before turning around and leaving. Before I could say anything, or make my brain comprehend what just happened, she was gone.
MYSTERY GIRL // Unknown Age
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