Chapter 1

Jackie lay on her bed after a long week of school. She was, after all, Jackie Clemmons, and she didn't have a book to read, or video games to play. She would consider writing her best bet for a good time, but she didn't feel like touching her magnificent pen to paper at the moment.

Jackie tossed on her pink colored sheets and closed her eyes. As soon as she did so, a pain rippled through her. It started in her eyes, then quickly made it's way up and down her body. Unlike most pain, it didn't change places. It stayed where it had been; wrecking havoc in a billion places at once. It strained through her bones all the way down to her marrow. Her skin was screaming to leap off her bones and leave her a pile of white marrow. Then, as quickly as it came, the pain ceased. With a silent scream, Jackie's eyes burst open.

She was instantly enveloped in darkness. It seethed all around her, opening up places in her mind she didn't even know was there. She felt the pain somehow signaling the darkness, but she didn't know how. Then, the darkness instantly burst into a colorful... white. Jackie gasped at the sudden color change, then halted her action when she saw a figure of a man. The figure became more clear after a few seconds in time, so that Jackie could make out the man more. He was a short, scrawny man with billowing red hair, dotting freckles that danced across his face like orange dancers at a arabian birthday celebration, and deep, sea-green eyes. You could get lost in those eyes. He was wearing a gray tux with a dark blue tie and pinstripe gray pants and black shoes. He was carrying a briefcase.

For some reason, the mysterious man had a look of pure terror spun on his freckled face. His sea-green eyes glinted with the recollection of fear, and his mouth was open wide with fright. Jackie wondered incentablly what he was so terrified about. Within a few moments, she recieved her answer.

The white backround soon became a rough, blue sea with waves like mouths that swallowed the water and savored each salty bite. The terrified man stood inocently on a beach. The water dug hungrily at the beach he was standing on next to him. The water was barely swiping his shoes and making them glint in what Jackie noticed was a quaint sunset. In the pink horizon, she could barely make out the blaze of a small, round yellow ball in the tranquil sky. Somehow, she felt honored to see such a sight.

Standing next to the terrified man was another man. This man was wearing a hood and dark glasses, so Jackie couldn't see his face. He was wearing black sweatpants as well; as dark as his sweatshirt with the hood. In his dark skinned hand was a gun, cocked and pointed straight at the  terrified man.

Jackie screamed, but neither seemed to hear her, or even see her for that matter. She was shaking with the fear that was inscribed on the terrified man's face.

The hooded man with the gun chuckled softly at the man's terrified look. "Where's my money?" he demanded.

"I haven't got it yet," the second man answered nervously, adjusting his stanted tie with trembling hands. "But I will tomorrow. Just give me another day, sir!"

"Yeah, yeah," the hooded man grumbled. "And tomorrow I'll ask you the same question and get the same answer. And the day after that too. And it will continue like that until you decide to keep the stolen money for yourself and turn me in to the government. That right?"

"No, no, sir," the man corrected, shaking. "I'd never do a terrible thing like that."

"Oh, and I'd never do a terrible thing like this!" cried the man with the gun, and he pressed his finger down hard on the trigger.

Jackie screamed. She screamed, not caring who heard her. She snapped her eyes closed as soon as she heard the gunshot. She opened them after she heard silence, but all she saw was darkness. Then, Jackie gained her composure and shot straight up in her bed.

It was eight o'clock at night. She had been in that frightening vision for four hours. Breathing heavily, she fell back on her bed, shaking and crying silently. She remembered one thing she had heard before she had "woken up". A eerie voice echoing through her head, in the voice of the hooded man with the gun, saying, "Nighty night, Don Jamesson."

The man he had killed was named Don Jamesson.

And Jackie didn't even know if he was real or not.

Nighty night, Don Jamesson...

Author's Note

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Reviews

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NICE(:
Wahhh..I'm shivering nowwww.
I kind of wish there was a little more of an intro before going into that.. but still, I really liked it(even though I keep picturing this scene.. and shivering...)
Hehe, sorry.. today I just feel like saying whatever comes to my mind..