Miss Jackson✔

Chapter 4: All you sinners stand up

*Claire's P.O.V*
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"You're crazy, stop denying it. Nothing works because there's no cure for you."
"I'm not crazy, you are."
I run and run 'till I can't. I've been running so long I dont know where I'm going. Its a street, there's a house at the end. I run all the way, and never look back.
"You can't run forever." The voice is still chasing me, but I don't look back. I get to the house and knock on the door, rapidly. It opens, a man appears. Brown hair, brown eyes. Brendon.
"Claire." His eyes widen. I run away. "Claire!"

"Claire, wake up," I'm being shaken. I open my eyes, adjusting to the dim light that is being shined my way. "I'm up," I mumble groggily.
"Yeah sure, come on get up," Brendon walks to the desk grabbing medicine. He walks over to me handing me 2 pills and water. I take them, not like they do anything.
"So what are we doing today," I ask rubbing fixing my hair. "Not sure, I sent the song we made to one of my friends to complete it, with some lyrics I came up with, you have nothing that has to be done today. So I dont know," he laughs.
"Lovely," I say sarcastically. "Hey don't sound to excited now," he smiles.
Should I tell him about the dream? Why did I even have that dream? It felt so familiar.
"Brendon," I get serious. "Yes," he sits up and looks at me. "Have you ever, had someone go to your house and leave once they saw you, like they we'lre scared," I ask. He thinks for a second, then looks back up to me.
"Uh, yeah, about 6 years ago. Girl with brown hair and a dirty party dress knocked on my door pretty fast, and she saw me and ran I just thought it was a fan, why," he explains.
"I had a dream last night where I was running from a voice, but didnt know who or what it was. They kept saying I am crazy. I was running down an empty street but there was one house at the end, I ran up to it and knocked in a hurry. It opened to reveal you, I looked in your eyes then ran with you calling me name," I retell the dream.
"Wow, that's weird. Why do you think you had that dream," he asks.
"I dont think that was a dream, I think it was a memory," I say. He looks at me shocked then shakes his head. "The girl had brown hair, you don't," he trys to make sense. "I had brown hair my entire life until one day I was caught and I ran out, bought blonde dye and did my hair," I tell him.
"There's no way that was you. I mean it just, it, how," he struggles with words.
"I dont know, I rememeber getting caught at a party and running to a store for dye, I don't recall stopping at a house. But it was 6 years ago," I explain.
"That's just unbelieveable. I mean to think that we've met before is crazy, in a good way," he clarifies.
"Yeah, but I dont know what I was running from in my dream," I don't understand any of this.
"Lets not worry about it, it might of been you it might not, either way its over with," he stops the topic.
"So what do you wanna talk about then," I ask. "Umm I don't know," he replies.
"You know things about me I wanna get to know you," I sit up and look at him.
"Well my name is Brendon, I have a band called Panic! At The Disco. I'm 29, and well thats about it," he says.
"That's what everyone knows, what about the things you know," I say.
"Well, my passion is music always has been. (Gonna make stuff up) I wanna settle down, but I'm always away doing things for the job so theres no time. I came here to try to get inspiration and to see what you all go through. Honestly I'm scared. Scared of these people, none of you deserves this, especially you. What you said yesterday was the truth and I support you," he finishes.
"Wow, I knew there was more. Thank you for what you said and what you're doing," I smile.
I don't know how to feel about this situation. Sure I've dealt with many men before in all ways, but I dont know how to feel.
"Shit, we got deep for a second," he laughs. "Yeah, we did, I liked it better when I was yelling at people," I laugh along.
"You know why do you have a snappy attitude, if you dont mind me asking," he asks.
I shrug. "I was raised to be the perfect child but didn't reach that goal, plus I never said I was nice," I smile.
"True, but I believe you can be nice and kind at times, but you choose not to," he chuckles.
"Nah, its not my thing," I roll my eyes. "But what's gonna be my thing is getting out of these nasty ass clothes," I laugh.
"Nah you make sweats look cool," he says sarcastically.
"Stop lying you nasty sinner," I thriw my pillow at him.
He stands up and walks over to me, and hits me with the pillow.
"You bitch," I cant really do anything back since theres only one pillow and it would look like I'm attacking him.
"Hey, don't just sit there, all the sinners need to stand up," he smiles then freezes. "Brendon," he turns to the notebook and writes something down.
"Brendon, something wrong."
"Nope, just all you sinners stand up sing hallelujah."

Hey guys so I think with this book its going to be mostly short chapters but sometimes they'll be long. The Perfect Little Devil though will have long chapters, and hardly any short ones. Thats it, Hallelujah is being amde so read on to find out what happens.

Katelyn