Jax's Backstory - {Unabridged} - Year 1

Part XII

  Jax walked over to his new wardrobe. He gazed at it and opened some drawers he found near the middle. He found a black shirt among other shirts inside the drawer. He grabbed it quickly.

  Jax went down the hall out of his room and walked down the stairs. Eris sat on the couch facing the deactivated television, listening to dubstep and remixes rather loudly. Their mother kneeled square on top of the counter, cleaning some drawers and tidying up everything, presumably to make Jax get another good first impression on this new home.

  Jax walked up to her and tugged the sleeve of her blouse. She continued cleaning, but paid attention to him as well.

  "Yes, Honey?"

  Jax hesitated, "Um, where's the bathroom? I've decided to take a quick morning shower."

  She dropped down, her fur proofing up a bit. She gasped for air for a split second and exhaled sharply, then smiled.

  "Upstairs; Go right and it'll be the door right in front of you at the end of the hall. Sorry you have to walk up there again, heh."

  She ruffled the top of Jax's head and placed her paw on his cheek.

  "Go on. I've gotta get Eris to help me a bit."

Jax looked over past the wall and looked at the back of the couch. He barely saw Eris' tail disappear in a flash to the left.

  "Good luck with that, Mom," Jax exclaimed. He laughed.

  Jax walked over to the stairs and climbed the flight, reaching the top. The path split in two; Left and Right. He proceeded right, following his mother's instructions.

  As he opened the bathroom door, a cold breeze wafted past his face. The scent of lavender and bleach made an intoxicating aroma. It was pure white, with the occasional blotches of marble in the tile.

  A tiny rug overlaid the middle of the floor. The sink was in front of Jax, several toiletries decorated it. A black toothbrush lay on the corner. Eris'. Jax rolled his eyes and scoffed. Edgy.

  The room seemed horizontal as he entered. No left path, only a wall. The right was spacious. A hanging medicine cabinet. Towel racks. The toilet was ornamented with a fluffy top. The shower had a door that needed to be slid open.

  Jax walked towards the towel rack and replaced a hand towel with the shirt he brought in. He placed the folded up towel on the back of his neck and let it wrap around and hang, down to his bare pectorals.

  He unbuckled the belt in his jeans and slipped them off, as well as his underwear. Jax quickly grabbed a larger towel and wrapped it around his pelvis to gain warmth from the room's cold air.

  As the half-naked Jax slid the shower door open, he caught sight of some body washes and body sponges. Holding on to the door, Jax reached for the shower knob and turned it on to let warm water come down completely perfect and silent.

  Jax slipped off the towels and stepped in. The water put him in a trance, as he started his routine.

  After about 10 minutes of deep cleaning and relishing, Jax turned the shower off and stepped out to dry himself. Once completely dry, Jax wrapped the towel around his waist again, and put on the black shirt. He opened the door and walked out into the cool air.

  The sunlight in Jax's room no longer made halos or felt fuzzy. It was cloudy, yet the lit had a white shine to it. Jax was already completely dressed when he noticed something buzz on the corner of his desk, next to his lamp.

  A modern, mobile, cellular-device with a fresh navy case that hinted small white accents sat there. Jax slowly tip-toed to the phone, and picked it up, gazing at the smooth, infinite, and pure black screen. Last he remembered, phones had button-keyboards at the bottom. This phone's entire front was a screen. No buttons at all on the front.

  Jax tapped on it more times than usual. 1 minute. 2 minutes. He tried tapping ten times.

  Nine.

  Eight.

  Seven.

  Six.

  Five.

  Four.

  Three.

  Two times. It worked when he tapped it twice. The screen lit up with power and futurism. The detailed and clear picture of a tall white mountain filled the background. The screen had nothing else but information on the phone at the top, and two icons on both bottom corners.

  A notification banner swept through from the left and wiggled into place. It was slightly opaque. An icon of a letter was placed on the left. Ten random numbers with a plus-one before it showed up on the middle tip left.

  The message read:

  Hiya Jax! Hope you like your new phone!
-Rona

  Jax looked in amazement. He couldn't believe these advancements in technology actually happened while he was in a coma.

  He instinctively tapped the message. Small lettering at the bottom read, "Swipe to open"

  He did so, and was introduced to the presumed messaging application. The started conversation turned on in front of him. A virtual grey and white keyboard lit up at the bottom half of the screen. Symbols of a tilted right triangle, a circle, and a square in the foreground of a black stripe lay at the complete bottom. Jax knew what to do at this point.

  He started typing, and continued the conversation with her, as he went down the hall and stairs, and he exited through the front door. He kept walking.

  Another message came after he said hello back:

  Look up

  He bumped into Rona, and almost fell, but the beige front lawn softened his blow to his back. The same happened to Rona.

  He looked over to his left, his right arm and leg on top of his left. Rona mirrored him. He made a huge smile.

  "How's it going?" He asked.

  Rona giggled and replied.

  "Pretty good..."