CH.1 The life of Jack Pierce

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I woke up with my heart beating hard.I looked at my clock and it said it was 4 in the morning.I went to the mirror.Yup,there it was.My "reflection",a tall man with eyes that flickers between red and gold,a black bandanna covering his mouth,also wearing a black leather jacket.He looked old enough to be an adult,but this person isn't my real reflection,cause he's a man,....and I'm only 10.My concentration was broken when I heard sounds of banging coming from my parents room.For as long as I can remember,my dad has been beating my mom,and there's nothing I can do.I did try to call the cops once,but they didn't believe me cause my mom always healed quickly,and she never admitted to getting abused.I also tried to help but he threw me against a mirror and with one of the shards,he stabbed me in the gut and then broke my leg.Just like mom,I healed quickly,in 2 days I was walking again.After that,my mom made me swear to never try to help.So all I can do now is,lay back down,stare at the celling,and hope mom hkitchen,icker this time.

I fell asleep.

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5 hours later

I woke up pretending that everything was okay.I was sitting on my bed trying to remember something about my dream.My train of thought stopped when I heard the voice of my mom.

"JACK,come get breakfast!"

"OK MA"

I put on a plain blue T-shirt,and white shorts.I quickly ran into the bathroom to see if my "reflection" was there,he wasn't.For some reason he never shows up unless I wake up directly from that dream.But really,the only difference me and that man has is eye color.He has red/gold eyes,and I have brown eyes.Besides that,we might as well be brothers.We both have a bowl-ish haircut,but his hair is a bit longer that it almost covers his eyes

I went to the kitchen,we lived in a small house,but it was cozy.I sat down at the table and noticed that my dad wasn't there,it was Saturday,so he went to work.

"Here you go son"

I looked at my mom.She didn't have any Mark on her,not even a scar.

We were quietly eating until mom broke the silence.

"I'm going to visit Caroline's mother,do you want come with me?"

"Yes"I said trying to hide my smile.

"OK,go get ready then"

I stood up and went to change clothes.I usually don't care what I wear but

I always want to look good for Caroline.

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