Jane's pov
I woke up feeling a tingle down my spine. I look all around my room everything seems to be darker. I look down at my phone and saw the time 2:37am I sighed and flopped back down onto my pillow. I kept getting this grim flashback of when my mom died and it always occurred to me that it was my fault she was shot, I look at my wrists and see the scars healing and I started to cry silently, trying not to let the others hear me. I live in an orphanage and I know I will never get adopted "what family would want a depressed anxiety filled pre-teen" I thought to myself and cried harder burrowing my face into my tear stained pillow.
The next morning and was waken up by something breathing on my neck I swiftly turned around and saw my mom but not fully there I start to cry as I walk towards her. I try to talk through the tears but I couldn't stop them. My foster mother tapped me on the shoulder and made a slight pout, her dark black under eyes and her dark brown eyes staring intensely at me.
"Really this is the third time this week, you freak, awww seeing mommy again" she said sarcastically. She squinted at me. I rolled my eyes. " not now, Ms.jackie"
Her stare intensified as she walked out of the room.
Author note
My name is Sarah I love all things Riverdale and horror related that is how I got the idea for this book
Hope you enjoy😁
