Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 11 - A Scarlet Lock

Chapter 11- A Scarlet Lock

The sound of steady beeping and a sharp pain in the crook of my arm woke me up from a deep sleep. I feel around thinking that the beeping was my alarm and the pain was from me sleeping on my arm all night but a hand stops me from feeling for it as I crack my eyes open I see Araya standing there.

“Huh? Why are you in my room?” I ask but it ends up being muffled as I have an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose.

I huff and with my other hand try to take it off but the pain returns and I see a needle in my arm. I was in the hospital.

Slowly the memories of why I was here flooded back to me and I groan as I look down and see a hospital gown on but under it the tightness of bandages was easily felt.

“Stop trying to move, you’re gonna hurt yourself further.” Araya says softly, her eyes full of pity and sadness.

I wanted to say ‘nothing I haven’t dealt with before’ but it would be muffled.

I tug my hand away from her grasp and pull the mask down, “Dammit I don’t need oxygen I’m okay.. why so much fuss.” I groan.

“Why so much fuss? You’ve been out for three days Paris.” Araya says.

“Really?” I murmur.

“Blood loss, and whatever went through you missed everything luckily so they said, I’ve been here after school all those days.” She says kneeling by the bed.

I smile, “You’re a good friend.”

“What I don’t understand is how you can get something to go through you while we were just putting up decorations?” She gives me a ‘you better explain’ look.

“I don’t remember anything after you left for drinks…” I say, pulling an amnesia.

“Are you positive?” she asks.

As she says this I can feel the claws going through my torso and I whisper, “Yeah…”

“Alright.. I wonder if Dameon ever showed up? Maybe he’s the one who took you here, cause I didn’t.” she murmurs after pulling some of my hair out of my face.

I shrug, “I don’t really know who would..”

She shrugs as well, “Be lucky they saved your life though.” She smiles

I nod, “Now you should stop worrying about me and go home hun.” I say, “Where’s my mom?”

“She’s been working overtime to pay for the bills…” she murmurs softly “Life support you know..”

“I was on life support? Wow..” I murmur. “Well I’m tired so, I think I’ll sleep” I nod.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Araya says as she stands to go and gives me a gentle hug as if she would break me.

I sigh and feign sleep until she leaves and closes the door. I look around the room and see my bag in the corner, all lumpy on the chair. I knew it concealed the jack-in-the-box.

I turned away irritated at Jack, I wonder if he even felt bad for what he did, why did he stick around? I didn’t want him here anymore! I wished that stupid clown would leave me alone.

A puff of smoke erupts at the foot of my bed and Jack was kneeling there, his head laying on his folded arms on my bed. He gave me a puppy look but I just snorted and looked away.

“I was the one who brought you here…” He says softly, “You know I would go back and stop myself from doing that right?”

“Why would you? Why didn’t you kill me? Why didn’t you kill Dameon? Why won’t you leave me alone?!” My voice slowly raises until I shout at Jack who winced after every question as if my words were stabbing him.

I look down studying jack and notice a lock of his hair was a bright, vibrant red.

“I don’t know why I can’t leave you alone, when I try I feel… weird.” He says softly.

I didn’t comment, I was too focused on that lock of hair. I thought Laughing Jack was the Monochrome Clown, having color defied the Monochrome title, and it didn’t fit him.

“Look you don’t have to give me the silent treatment.” He spat, more like the Laughing Jack I knew.

I shook my head, coming out of my trance. “You deserve every bit of it.” I say bitterly.

He winced again and looked down. “I’m sorry Paris.”

My eyes widen, I have never thought Jack to be one to apologize, he was always so stubborn and angry I would never think that he would do that, well, from the time I’ve known him.

With that Jack went back in the box. Even the box laying at the foot of my bed looked strange, the lettering on the box was now a vibrant gold, the paint around the box was slowly becoming a bright red.

What was up with Jack? Why would a killer clown feel remorse? Why would he pity one of his pawns? But also, how could my words possibly hurt his feelings? How does Laughing Jack even have feelings?

 This was unlike the Jack I’ve known now, and I didn’t like it, not one bit.

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