April 5th (Friday)

................ I don't even know what I'm doing. And I don't fucking care. I have lost the people I love the most. 

First off, my mother died. She died. What am I supposed to do now. After all these fucking years of sleeping a deep slumber. SHE DIES AS SOON AS SHE WAKES UP!

I remember the day it all started. The day the cursed sleep began.....

Flashback:

"Jackson, your dad is here to pick you up." my homeroom teacher called. I looked at her with an arched eyebrow. He never told me about this, I thought as I made my way out of the school. 

"Jackson, we have to go. Now." he said, urgently, as he opened the car and swiftly went inside. I knew my dad and he was laid back and chill...fun even. But that stopped since I was seven. 

Running inside the car, we rushed towards the hospital. I knew something was wrong. For starters, my dad picked me up and he never does that; it's usually my mom. Second, we were rushing to the hospital and it's eleven am only. 

"Let's go." dad told me as he unbuckled his seat belt. 

I can no honestly say my heart was beating faster than the ticking of an explosive bomb. 

"Mr. Taylors...this way." the nurse told us as she left the counter and walked across the hall. 

We stopped at a door and everyone stared at me. I gulped and opened the door knob and that's when a gasp escaped my lips. There I saw my mother, lying on the bed. Her skin slightly pale, her lips chapped, her expression wary. 

I looked at my father." Is she....?" I asked, hoping he knew what I meant so I wouldn't finish it. 

He had a small frown etched in his face as he shook his head, indicating a no. "She's in a coma, Jackson." dad whispered as he came close to me and gave me a small hug. His arm was draped over me, since I was little.

Continuing..

Second, I had lost, possibly the only girl I fell for. Cinderella, or should I say Isabella.

Reading this letter she sent me as I lay in my bed at night; sure it's a sentence, but it means a lot. 

I think I should visit her, she could help me....

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"Jackson, we have guest sweetie!" Aunt Arial shouted to me. My room was on the third floor of the castle. I mean, she could get the servants but, since mom's....you know, she decided we all pretend to be a normal family. 

I walked down the stairs with a black button down shirt, rolled up to my elbows, jeans and my signature white Nike's. 

I heard muffled voice at the door and decided to go see our guests. 

"Good day, King Xavier; thank you for having us." a man, probably in his early forties told my uncle. 

"No Problem, Richard." he replied. 

I turned round the corner to see how our guests looked like.

What the fucking hell..

"Hello, Jackson." an all to familiar looking boy said to me, an evil smirk etched into his face. 

It was...

Aiden fucking Prince.

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So, as you could all see, Aiden's middle name is Fucking, according to Jackson.

Tbh, I can see why. 

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