the unknown

chapter 4

i woke up dizzy and confused. i started to look around and i saw that i was covered in what looked like a batman blanket and my head was laying on a matching pillow. i looked around some more and i saw black veil brides and type o negative posters on the wall.

oh, i knew where i was. this was Jackson's room. his closet, his desk with a lamp, swivel chair, and some drawing materials, and  . . . this was new . . . . a drawing of me! it was perfect, from the shape of my head to the placement of my freckles. had he really drawn this? 

before i could think any further, the door started to open and Jackson walked in closing the door behind him.

"hey, you're awake!" he exclaimed, "sorry about all of this." he gestured toward all of the items in his room.

"what do you mean. iv'e been in your room before, i know what it normally looks like." i protested.

"i know but . . . it's just . . .You know." He looked like he didn't know what the hell was going on.

"Um, Jackson, how bout you come lay down for a bit, you don't look to good right now." I suggested.

He walked over to the bed, laying down next to me.

When I could see that he was all comfy and relaxed I started talking again, "so, care to tell me what's going on here?" I asked hoping for a great explanation to why there was a strange girl in the woods with us.

"oh. well. i never told you this but i have a . . . ," please don't say girlfriend, please don't say girlfriend, please don't say girlfriend, " . . . twin sister."

whew! that was close!

"oh. so that was your sister?" i asked actually quite surprised.

I sat up wanting more information.

"yeah. She is um. . .like us. I guess." He stared at his ceiling.

He Had painted a night sky filled with a hundred stars and a full moon on his ceiling right above his bed. It was breathtaking and beautiful and I couldn't blame him for wanting to look at that other than paying attention to our conversation.

Jackson was an artist, like me. We had met at art school at the age of 8.
Oh yeah, you might be thinking 'how could you go to college at only the age of 8?' Well I'll tell you how. You have to be super smart like us. but apparently we weren't smart because we chose to do something else with our big beautiful brains other than find the cure for cancer. Instead we both chose to dedicate our lives to art.

"What do you mean 'like us'?" I said in a stupid voice.

"You know. . . Special." His voice sounded light, like the words he was saying meant everything to him. He cleared his throat and continued talking, "anyway she is staying here tonight so you can meet her tomorrow."

"Okay, so are we gonna stay here or should we still go for a walk?" I asked wanting the answer to be to stay there.

He laughed, "Iris, have you looked outside?"

I furrowed my brow completely confused and  walked over to were his curtains were covering the window. When I opened the window I gasped. It was the middle of the night. Jeez how long have I been out for?

I calmly closed the curtains back shut and turned around to see that Jackson was standing right behind me the whole time.

Yeah he was a close friend but we never exactly have been this close before. honestly This seemed  almost too close. But if it is then why am I not backing away? Why isn't he backing away? Isn't he uncomfortable with this?