It.

It. Part 1

Is it a boy or a girl? You can't really tell upon first glance, nor will it tell you. "I am simply how you perceive me to be!" It says to me with a glowing smile. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Anyways, it has a name, it's Mickey. It is an odd thing. It, as a human is impossible to understand. Mentally broken beyond compare yet it tried to fix other people. Like it did me.
I remember how we met.

I saw this little shrimp just staring at me from across the hallway at school. I couldn't tell it's gender or anything. All I knew is that if it kept looking at me like that, it was going to get punched in the face. I rolled my eyes and after collecting my things from my locker, walk over to this he-she. "What the hell are you staring at?" I ask. It shrugs and laughs before pointing at me. "You look like my favorite creepypasta, Laughing Jack!" It says to me. I narrow my eyes and search it's hazel eyes for any sarcasm. All I see is some sort of childish sincerity and a glimmer of innocence. But also, some sort of darkness and.. Pain. I scoff before turning on my heels and simply walking away. I remember arriving home later that day and looking up pictures of this "laughing Jack" guy. I am astonished at what I get. We do look an awful lot alike, from the pale skin to the black and matted shoulder length hair and the icy blue eyes...
Damn..
I don't know why but I can't get that kid off of my mind... It was those eyes. There was something off about those eyes. Something rare, something scary...