LOVE ME, A SIREN

Part 2 - The New Girl

It was six in the morning. The sun was rising and shining upon the streets of Sweet River. The sky was completely clear. It was about to be a beautiful day for the residents of Sweet River after a long night of storms. A perfect first school day for the students of Sweet River High, well most of them..

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September 2nd, 2019

Jackson was laying in his bed. His blankets were all over the place. His hair was messed up. He looked troubled in his sleep. Jackson had been having a nightmare.

I saw a beautiful young woman whose clothes were covered in blood.

Her hands were full with the blood of someone else. It looked like she had ripped a body open with just her bone hands. Worst part, she didn't even look bothered by it. It was like she was fully aware of what she did and she was good with it.

I don't understand. I don't understand her.

The young woman walked up to me. I wanted to run, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I had to stay. She was unremarkable. She was perfect. Her eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes. It made me forget she was covered in that blood..

She put her right hand on my face. I felt something I had never felt before in my life. She looked at me, with a loving tone she said-

His alarm rang loudly, making his nightstand tremble. Slowly, he opened his eyes. By the time his alarm was ringing louder and louder, he had opened them completely. "That was...strange," sighed Jackson deeply and hit the alarm with his pillow. He was still confused by the nightmare as what happened last night.

How did I get home? I don't remember a thing about getting home..

Why is everything so vague?

Jackson slapped his right hand against his forehead when he saw the opened bottles of alcohol lying on the ground.

Shit.

Did I drink so much!

Fuck man, I don't remember..

Sam is going to kill me if he sees this.

Jackson stood up and didn't even bother to put on a shirt. He wore only shorts, a black one. He kicked against one of the bottles. Jackson was angry with himself.

What the hell was I thinking!

Drinking on the last day before school?!

Great idea, Jack, great idea!

Jackson had to clean up his mess before his uncle came in, he thought. In a hurry, he grabbed the bottles. He was trying to hide them somewhere out of sight. Where could he hide them?

"Jackson! You up, yet?" yelled an elderly voice coming from downstairs.

Shit. He is going to be so disappointed in me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Jackson heard the footsteps of his uncle coming near. The door went open in just a few seconds. A man stared at Jackson. He wore a red checkered shirt with dark blue jeans along with brown boots made for work in the fish industry. He had blue eyes just like Jackson. His brown hair was all short in a slick back hairstyle. The beard he had was all short and mostly shaved, it looked like he took care of it well. Nevertheless, his uncle looked incredibly good for his age.
The man looked at the bottles Jackson had in his hands. Quickly, Jackson tried to hide them behind his back. Then his uncle saw the other bottles lying on the ground behind a stack of socks. He smiled a little, he laughed. "Jackie, is this why you sneaked in so early, you drank alcohol at three in the morning, on the night before school? I thought you were taking a walk with Terry."