Twinkle twinkle little star... The halls are quiet. Only an occasional creak of the floorboards as Jackson runs his fingers over the wallpaper. How I wonder what you are...Jackson is excited. He gets to see his Mommy! He was a good little boy so the Lady is taking him to see his Mommy just like she promised!
Up above the world so high... He smiles as they walk down the hall. Sometimes the walls get so dark he forgets what the outside looks like. It's nice. Not as nice as Buzz Lightyear wallpaper, but still nice. Like a diamond in the sky... They're making their way up the stairs. Jackson can hear his Mommy in the bathroom.
The sink is running. He gets more excited because he's almost there! He wants to run the rest of the way! But, he can't. He has to remember to be a good little boy or he'll get in trouble. Twinkle twinkle little star... They make their way down the hallway and into the open bathroom. There is his Mommy! Jackson grins, he's so happy! He makes his way onto the toilet, facing the mirror. His Mommy won't be able to see him if he stands anywhere else.
How I wonder what you are... "Hi Mommy!" She sees him, for the first time in months she sees him. Through the mirror. She screams. She runs. Because that's her little boy. But it's not. It's not, because that bloody hand gripped through his chest is not his own.
She's stricken with fear as she fumbles out of the bathroom. That dreadful feeling wraps it's disgusting claws around her chest, around her heart. And it squeezes. It crushes her as she hears "Mommy please come back!" Jackson. Her baby boy. But that's not him anymore. She has to remind herself, he's gone. She's running, and running, and running.
The halls are getting longer and somehow she ends up right where she was before. With no time to catch herself, she goes barreling into the hallway mirror. She braces herself to crash into it. To fall down while surrounded by shards of glass. But she can't brace herself for something she doesn't expect. She can't brace herself to crash completely through the mirror and to the other side. She can't brace herself to land on something. On someone.
Because there he is. There's Jackson. His body decaying, a gigantic hole in his chest. And she cries. Because that's her son, that's her little boy. But it's not.
