Miss Jackson

Climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark. No one knows it's you, Miss Jackson. Found another victim, but no one's going to find Miss Jackson.
- Panic! at the Disco

This is a short story inspired by the song Miss Jackson by Panic! at the Disco. I do not own the lyrics to the song. It is not necessary to have heard the song to read the story, but those who are familiar with the band will see where the inspiration comes from.

Please note: Contains mild swearing, mild descriptions of violence, and mild to moderate sexual content (not explicit, just suggestive).