Jacqueline De'Lioncourt

Jackie was a shy and mysterious girl, always blushing when a cute guy would look at her, and always refusing to drink alcohol. She was all around a good girl who followed the rules. She worked in her mother’s music shop and even created her own instruments that were quite popular amongst their customers, she lived quietly on the second floor of the shop with her mother, enjoying life as a quiet musician. She has no memory of her father, as her mother never spoke of him or had any signs that she was married. The instruments she was best at making were stringed instruments, but her favorite out of them all was the guitar. She was in the age of her early teens and stayed with her mother, who was very old and sickly, because not only was her life’s work just a floor below her but also because she would be able to take care of her mother without worrying herself to death.

However one day a series of horrible and grotesque events occurred leaving the good natured girl’s mind in turmoil. It was in the early morning, a bad storm was brewing up outside. Thunder booming as if it’s right up next to your ears and lightning being seen dominating the blackness that was the sky. She already felt uncomfortable with how this particular day has started, but if she only knew what would have happened later then she would have died of a heart attack. She had just opened shop for her mother when a shrouded and hunched woman entered with her son; who was tall lean, as pale as snow and wore all black, he scared Jackie so much that to her, his dark eyes appeared black and wild. Jackie’s mother was helping the two as Jackie continued to work on a instrument request that was almost due for its pick up date. Every now and again she would look at the two, her golden eyes staring at them both with fear and curiosity; they looked nothing like the usual customers they got. Most of their customers were either young children just starting to get music into their lives or famous musicians who they have now considered as an extent of their family.

The boy turned his head slowly, smiling at Jackie he slowly approached her while his mother was talking. He tried to engage in conversation with her, and Jackie replied with soft yes’s or no’s not really wanting to talk to him. The more time the two spent within the shop, the more she started to have a bad feeling. She found it especially odd that the store only had these two customers when usually it was overfilled with customers, but then again she thought it was just because of the bad weather that was happening outside. Then it happened, Jackie’s mother frowned at the lady, telling her to leave because she had told Jackie’s mother something only for her ears, and she did not like it. The old lady wouldn’t leave and her son was moving uncomfortably close to Jackie, his smile wicked and malicious he grabbed her hand and pulled her up, holding her close to his form. His thin lips met her ear as he whispered. “I want your body and soul, give them to me!” Jackie tried to get free while begging him to do whatever he wanted to do with her but to leave her mother alone and alive but he held her tightly, the boy nodded to his supposed mother as she pulled out a Tommy Gun an aimed it at Jackie. Jackie gasped and closed her eyes as she heard a shot ring out. She didn't feel anything hit her and opened her eyes to see that it was her mother who was shot. Even so, her mother was still alive but fatally wounded. Her mother would hold off the two while she told Jackie to run. Jackie had no choice but to do so. Time has passed and still no word from her mother, Jackie assumes her mother is dead.

It was just after 2pm when Jackie finally got into her dorm. As she opened her door and stepped in, she gasped at how it was decorated. It was decorated exactly like her room back at the place she lived with her mother. She knew without a doubt that it was she who decorated her room while she was out in classes. “Oh Mom, you spoil me so much.” She said with a soft smile as she closed the door after her. Her room was much bigger then what she was used to, but she didn’t mind it at all. She was simply happy to see all of her belongings here. Every one of them having a story of how she got it and what it meant to her. A happy tear slid down her left cheek before she wiped it away. She took a good look around at her room and the way it was decorated yet again. She had a Montecito II Poster Bedroom Furniture Set. It features wood posts and by-cast leather headboard and foot board. The furniture pieces feature hand carved accents and burl inlays on the doors and drawer fronts. The set comes with a queen poster bed, dresser, mirror, and nightstand. Her bed was king sized and it had red and white on it, making it look as if it was a Fire & Ice Rose. Over all, her room gave a mixed feeling of romantic yet comforting. It was perfect for Jackie. She took a deep breath before she went to sit down on the edge of her bed. She lays her back down on her soft bed and sighed as she felt her tired and overworked body relax. Before she could fall asleep right there and then, she made herself get up and off the bed. She moved away from her bed as she started to strip her clothes off. She made her way to the bathroom, where she took a long and hot shower. Thirty or so minutes later, she came out of the shower and went straight to her bed. She lies back down in her bed under the covers. “Goodnight Mom.” She whispers as she looks at the photo that was on her nightstand facing her. It was a picture of her and her mother playing in a river. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. After a few moments, she was deep asleep.