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Chapter 3

No POV (kinda)

That night, John laid in bed restless. It heart didn't feel right. Something felt off, and he didn't feel comfortable. He looked towards his alarm clock.

11:06

It read. John let out a light sigh, and rubbed his eyes. He swung his legs around his bed so his bare feet hit the chilling floor. He shivered and pulled both sides of his ponytail. Making it tighter around his head. John slipped his flats on and his blue jacket. John paused for a moment, looking at the sleeves of his blue jacket.. he zipped it up and put the hood over his head. He brought the sleeves up to his nose, and took a big whiff of it. He breathed all the way in, and let a sigh out. The smell of faint lavender and baked goods filled his lungs. A ghost of a smile graced upon his lips. It still smells like his mother...

<flash back>

  "Jacky? Can you grab the cocoa powder for me sweets?" The female voice of John's mother, Maryann, called. The small boy giggle and stood on a chair to get onto the counter. He crawled onto the slick marble counters. His mother stirred the pot of peanut butter, soon to be chocolate as well, goodness. John opened a drawer to find the cocoa powder. The brown box in the corner of the cabinet was just close enough for him to reach. John wiped the drool, coming from his swollen mouth. He crawled towards the stove top and handed his mother the sweet cocoa powder. She smiled gratefully at her young child. One of John's eyes squinted from his swollen lips, and cheek. John let his legs swing off the counter as he watched his mother. He slurped the drool from his mouth up so it wouldn't drip. "What're wou making mameey?" John slurred out. His mother smiled at him while stirring in the 1/4 cocoa powder. "Peanut butter chocolate oat cookies, darling." She told him, opening the lid of the oats with one hand.

Pop!

The sound of the lid flipping open made. John looked at his nose, trying to see his mouth. He could see the top of his unformed lip with his blurry view. He wiggles the tooth that was on top of that lip in hopes it would fall out. He winced unsuccessfully. His mother turned off the stove and waited for the mixture to cool. The smell making the air much more pleasant. John jumped from the counter and giggled cutely. His mother turned and leaned her back against the counter. Huffing from exhaustion. John put his small hand over the middle of his mothers bloated stomach. "Th-mm I cant thay it mama.. th- thithhy!" John tried to pronounce 'sissy'. Frowning at his failure. His mother giggled and put her hand over her son's.. "Yes Jacky... sissy..." his mother agreed. John looked at his mother and giggled. His mother laughed. "C'mon. Let's get these cookies ready.."
"Yay! Cookie!"
His mother laughed as she set down parchment paper for the two to make the sweets.

<flash back~end>

John smiled sadly and felt heat come to his face. He felt something seep into the dent in his face. He wiped it away, seeing it was a tear. He scowled and slid his wrist across his face. Wiping the tear away as he mentally scolded himself for crying.

Thunk!

John tensed. He turned and saw nothing there. He sighed and blamed his imagination. He quietly tip toed down the creaky wooden stairs. The TV was still on and quiet commercials played off of it. His father fast asleep and snoring loudly in the chair. John rolled his eyes and walked out the front door. The air felt steady, no wind. Just the cool air that he breathed in. He knew this was dangerous, but did he care..? Now that was a different story. He mindlessly walked down the dark sidewalk, not caring where his feet took him.

"Da dat da da da..."

John flinched up. And snapped his head towards the alleyway. Darkened with pure black. John squinted, trying to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. He saw a faint shake of a tent and a silhouette of a human sitting with one leg outward. The other close to their chest. John thought about walking away, but his feet felt cemented to the ground.

"Un deux trois quatre cinq six neuf.." the small and raspy voice sang. John felt his shoulders calm, sinking to his sides calmly. John kept his body out of sight, but peeled over to watch the silhouette.

"Un deux trois quatre cinq six neuf." They sang in a higher pitch. The figure moved, making John flinch, and pull his head back. He heard some clicking sounds and decided he shouldn't stay there. It was dangerous. He turned and went to leave. Walking a few houses down to go home. As soon as he turned the corner. He almost ran into someone.

"M-Maria??" John whisper-shouted. Maria look startled to say the least.

"John? What are you doing here? It's almost 11:30 at night!" She whisper-shouted back. John noticed she was in the same outfit, but ignored it.

"Yeah, well, I could be saying the same exact thing to you!" John growled, making Maria tense up. John took a deep breath and looked behind him.

"Alright alright.. sorry... but what are you doin' out here? You could freeze to death in somethin' like that. Let's get you home and I promise I'll go home." John said, his southern accent slipping out just a little bit. Maria smiled and nodded. They walk towards her apartment complex, she looked towards the alleyway as the two walk, and smiled brightly. John just rolled his eyes, pretending to not care. They got to the complex and John said goodbye and turned to leave. He felt Maria's freezing hand on his wrist, making him shiver like it always did. He turned and saw her face was red.

"I-... never mind... just.. please pay attention to little things.." she said, before going into the complex. Leaving a very confused John on the sidewalk. John shrugged, not being able to get Maria out of his mind that night. As he walked alone home.