Don’t turn around

Chapter 4

Jackson drove home from school but his mind plagued with Anastasia, the mere thought of the poor young lady was enough to make his heart hurt.

He had heard the most gut wrenching screams followed by the crashing desks and chairs being flung, his head whipped back to get a good view of the action. Students were running out in fright while some pulled out their phones, slightly irritated he purposely bumps into the selective few. Finally his eyes peer down as he felt his heart bleed at the sight, there she was his Anastasia knees to chest against the wall arms hugging them protectively, tears cascading fast and loud shivers come from her throat. What has terrified her this bad? For all the times he's known and have grown very fond of Anastasia she was never getting worse in fact she was so well kept one would have to ask her if she's even schizophrenic. Jackson studied the scene very carefully fighting back tears him self he crouched down carefully as he knew any sudden movements would scare her , sniffling caught his attention on the right, he turned to Alexis Davis who sat on the stairs on the far right end he squints his eyes to examine them carefully she appeared to be holding on to her wrist. Nurses, teachers and a few students came a frantic view blocking his inspection he watched as they provided her professional care, they gave one glance to Anastasia and he could hear them suck their teeth and watch as they roll their eyes. A Tiny shivering hand wrapped around his wrists when he looked at the culprit Anastasia's face turned to sadness as her eyes thanks him for staying by his side, a little tear slowly rolled down her right cheek and she buried her face into his chest Jackson felt his heart skipped a beat when he gently wrapped his arm around her, when he noticed she didn't flinch away he wrapped to and in a second the two embraced frantically as her cries turned into deep sighs and his turned protective both their eyes close and they listen to their hearts beat as one. A low growl was heard and Jackson eyes whipped open he peered down and Anastasia was still calm but out of his right peripheral view a shadow whipped by in a second before he can get a glance of it. Jackson sighs thinking it was a student who came to see the commotion and he goes back to closing his eyes and resting his head on a calm Anastasia, completely unaware of the two pairs of angry Red and yellow vertical eyes staring at them in the dark shadowed corner.

Jackson arrived home to almost being stumbled by his younger sister who always greets him like a puppy waiting for his owner to come home. "Jackson!" Little Monica screams " did you bring me any candy?"

Removing his back pack straps to stretch his back "No Monica I went to school, the food there might rot your intestines it's best you eat elsewhere, just wait for me and we'll go out to the candy shop". "You always say that" Monica says with a pout but takes the excuse and runs off any ways. Jackson notices she's been wearing long sleeves lately under her school uniform but said nothing of it and heads towards the kitchen when suddenly the temperature of the house dropped tremendously. "Wow" he says crossing his arms, he looks over at the thermostat and it sits at a comfy 70 degrees.

Jackson is confused by the situation and think nothing else of it as he heads to the kitchen, once he is rounded he is met with the back of his mothers head who stands in front of the sink. Normally she would have heard Jackson and would have already acknowledged his presence but today the woman stands as Jackson stares at her back he furrows his brows his mothers back is towards him and the sink is closed but little droplets fall as she stares out the window into nothing both arms at her side but when one looks closely she's holding a tiny butter knife on her right hand as if daydreaming. The room grows completely quiet Something about this scene is setting a red flag to get out of there, but Jackson clears his and greets his mother anyway with a slight hesitation. His voice must have done the trick since her shoulders bounced a little at the sound of her sons voice but makes no move to turn around " Hey Jax I didn't hear you come in", something about her voice didn't sound right "you look exhausted honey what's the matter?" Those words Caused all of his blood cells to freeze.

She hadn't turn around once how does she know?

Jackson kept his eyes on his mother but something caused his heart to stop, something nearly almost made him run out of the house with little Monica.

There is no way, his eyes are probably playing a trick on him. His heart thundered and chest heaved.

There,right at the reflection of the window is his mothers eyes wide yellow and vertical looking right at Jackson.

His muscles acted on an instinct and his legs ran towards his mother and pull her towards him by the shoulders, "Jackson what's wrong?" That sweet voice returns and those demonic eyes he swore he saw are back to its original Hazel brown. "What's wrong honey you look so exhausted? Did something happened".

That's the voice he knows , that is his mother.

Than what was that earlier?

A palm touched his forehead "are you feeling ok?, have a seat I'll get you a snack." She pulls a chair out and guided him to sit towards it as she turns around to get something behind him, just than Monica runs in to get something her sleeves are scrunched up in her palm when she opens the fridge but pull up when she has to reach upwards and revealed tiny purple red and purple blisters as if she's been chewed out by mosquitoes and grabbed roughly. When Jackson notices the small bruises on her wrists his brows furrow.

"Hey M what are those?" He points to the Injury, The young girl looks down was going to open her mouth when she look up and something behind Jackson renders her silent, her eyes widen and she quickly looks away and pulls her sleeves up once more

"I-I uh got bi- bit by ants" her voice silent afraid to speak and she runs away completely forgetting to take what she came for, Jackson's eyes follow her until she disappeared in the unusually eerie dark hallway. A low growl on his right causes him to whip his head back and his mother is face to face with him staring right into his eyes. "Uh um mom" his voice shaky

"Oh I was asking what you wanted to eat for dinner."

When she backed away Jackson noticed her body didn't move but her neck did.

Dinner? Didn't she say a snack?

"I-I'll make something it's alright mom you go rest up" Jackson stands up slowly, one leg after the other on the opposite side of the chair.

What's going on?

Jackson backs away casually from his mothers stare as he smiles and she smiled back, something is definitely wrong but he doesn't want to stay and found out but instead puts his theory to the test. "Oh by the way mom have you taken Owen out for a walk yet? You know he loves the outdoors." he didn't miss when her eyes flashed yellow before she squeezed them shut, "oh yeah haha he's getting big isn't he" she smiles cheekily, "he loves to run around and walk too bad for his foot I've been needing to go to the clinic with him about that since he can't do it himself". Jackson says smiling to hide his plan, "yea that Dog is wild isn't it" his mother laughs and with those words Jackson found his answer though all his inner systems have turned off in fear, he kept that smile and even laughed harder agreeing with him.

"Alright mom in Gonna go take a nap" Jackson turns to the hallway and got a quick glimpse of his mother in the tiny mirror as he walked away; body still, eyes Normal, but smile completely wiped away as her eyes glared at his retreating back. Jackson had to create the safest way to get out of the house.

Owen is the old man in the wheelchair next door he isn't a Dog.

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Anastasia's face falls head first on her pillow, due to the incident her father decided to postpone their plans to see her mother, the pillow soaks up her tears as Anastasia felt hopeless and completely drained of this life.

"Kill them" that demonic voice emerges again and a sniffling Anastasia whips back quickly finding the voice.

As usual nothing

"Slice their throats open and drink the blood"

Anastasia stares at the dark shadow in her room that she thinks is where the voice is coming from, Her eyes squint and doesn't notice her feet getting off the bed one by one

She felt compelled to go to it ......

As if it's summoning her.

"Bathe in their blood" the dark voice continues until the sound fills the room, Anastasia's mind fights her to move away but her feet say otherwise, the room grows narrow and the shadow seems to have gotten Bigger and darker.

A dark Clawed hand emerges from the shadow as a take my Hand type of gesture and crimson eyes appear. A evil dark laugh fills the room as Anastasia's hand slowly lifts up to take the palm , her mind fights hard and eventually takes control stilling her movements completely, not going up but not going down

A demonic growl erupts and before she can register the hand snatched her wrists when Anastasia eyes bust open in a frantic.

She looks around the room . Nothing. Outside is sunset and the shadow gone. Sweat starts gliding down her forehead and she wipes them frantically when a purple bruise catches her eyes . Her porcelain skin defined the purple so well it's almost as if she go this Bruce moments ago, no it can't be she thought, no pain but no sign that anyone was there.

Her eyes look up just in time to see to her cracked bedroom door a pair of eyes moving away and disappearing quickly. "Dad" she calls out no response "Dad" she says again louder making sure if he's even in the house at all, she whips to the right of the bed and on her nightstand she a purple note catches her eyes, the walls close in on her and she suddenly feels her pupils dilate and the room thickens as she reads the note.

Im so sorry Anastasia I love you let's not fight anymore, your still my number one princess and I'll always stand by you no matter what, I came to speak to you but you were napping so I've gone out to get some things for dinner and clear my head.

I'll be back by 8pm I love you

-Dad