Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep...
???: Mmmhh...
Dammit, who put the damn alarm clock on, today is fucking Saturday for Gods sake.
Trying in my recently awakened state, I extend my hand towards the sound, touching and feeling the little bedside desk right next to my bed just to turn off that damned alarm.
Finally after a few tries I finally get my hand on the clock turning it off pushing the button in top.
???: Fo' Gods sake, fiv' more minut'.
With that, I change positions in my bed a little trying to see if I can fall into Morpheus's embrace once more, but all for naught. Once woken, I can't go back to sleep, unfortunately. Seriously, who invented this damn alarm clock, I'm sure he did it becuase he wated the rest of the world to suffer.
Getting the bed covers off of me and myself off the bed I try to rouse myself into a much more awake state than the one I'm in right now.
It takes a good minute and a few yawns but I finally open my eyes.
...
Weird, I could swear that my room didn't look like this at all.
I mean, my bed was in quite practically the opposite corner in which I usually sleep. I for one didn't have any kind of posters in my room yet somehow I do now. And I could definitely say with certainty that my desk wasn't right under my window. Window which wasn't even on the right wall.
And with me noticing all those things my drowsynes sudenly disappears in an instant.
The hell, I ended up in an strangers house while I was asleep or what? What the fuck is happening?
Panic starts to take ahold of me and I try to calm myself down with big intakes of air. Keyword, try.
I was panicking badly, I was in a room that is not my own, sleeping on a bed not my own, and wearing a pijamas NOT. MY. OWN.
Okay, okay, lets try and calm down a little, otherwise if I panick too much I might end up alerting the owners of the house.
Now completely awake I see that opposite the bed there is a built-in wardrobe, not very deep but it's still something. To the right there is a door half-open, and I can see what seems to be a shower an to its left the corner of a sink, so, a personal bathroom?
To the left of the wardrobe there is a closed door, so that must lead to the rest of the house, obviously...
Shaking my head to get myself centered I go towards the bathroom at a brisk pace but trying not to do too much noise.
Opening the door fully I close it behind myself not before turning on the light. After making sure that the door is closed by turning the latch on the knob I quickly go to the sink to take a look at myself.
But the moment that I lay my eyes upon my reflection, I freeze.
The one who is looking right back at me isn't me, or at least, the me that I know of.
I clearly remember being a twenty years-old something with a bit of a tired look, brown, straight hair at shoulder-length, with clear blue eyes, and far taller than what I'm looking at.
I say this because the person looking back at me in the mirror is a fifteen to sixteen years-old boy, with black, short, messy hair, and a pair of dark blue eyes.
Because of the initial shock of seeing someone else when looking at the mirror I forgot for a moment in the situation that I was in, because the next thing that I know is that someone is knocking on the bathrooms door.
Panicking I look around myself to see if there's any kind of window to exit through, but I find none. The bathroom is completely closed off.
Shit.
???: Jack, dear, are you there?
I freeze at the sound of a womans voice, not because I recognize who it is by her voice, but at how she calls me.
Jack, my name it seems or this bodys name, and dear.
The only two people to call someone else that would be a girlfriend or a mother, and seeing that the womans voice sounded far older than a teenages girl would sound like, I can safely guess that she is this bodys mother.
I blank out for a moment before the womans voice calls back while knocking, this time a little harder.
???: Jack, are you alright?
I hear the worry in her voice and my mouth acts before my brain can come up with an excuse.
Jack: A-ah, yes Mom, I'm alright, its just, I was undressing to get in the shower.
A second passes before I hear the woman outside breath in relief.
???: Sigh, for a moment you got me scared there Jack. Don't take too long, I'll be making breakfast in the meanwhile.
After that I hear soft footsteps getting fainter and fainter as she goes to, the kitchen? I don't know anymore.
Walking back until my back touches the bathrooms wall, I slide down to the floor until I'm sitting on it.
I stare at the floor blankly for a few seconds before I feel tears running down my face, I try to use my hands but their trembling and their not exactly doing a pretty good job.
With the tears come the hyperventilation and the hiccups, with me trying to take air and blow it out to try and calm myself, it just doesn't work.
So, for the next minute, I stay there, sitting on the bathrooms floor, trying to just breathe while crying like a five year old, my voice not even capable of coming out just from the sheer panic and fear that is coursing through me, at the very fact that I'm not home, that I'm in someone elses body, in what I believe to be a completely different Earth.
Its not until I take a very big mouthfull of air and keep it there until I feel like I'm going to pass out that I finally let go of it, finally getting my breathing under control.
After a few more breaths like the last one I finally calm myself down. I get up and start undressing myself to get in the shower.
Turning the cold water on I let myself completely wake up under the waters cool touch.
I know who I am, and I know where I am. It seemed so difficult to assimilate for a moment but it finally settles in.
I'm Jack Darby, son of June Darby, which means that I'm in the Transformers Prime universe. Soaping myself up, I let that fact wash over me.
I'm in a completely different universe to my own. It may be the same Earth, the same countries, but not the same family, and definitely not the same fucking body.
Letting the water wash off the rest of the soap off my body I turn the shower off and get out not before getting a towel to dry myself up.
...
I feel empty, knowing that my previous family, at least my little sister, I never had the best relationship with my parents, will visit me and, unless my body disappeared with me, she will find a corpse, most likely.
It wasn't until I was getting my final shirt on to complete the usual atire that Jack usually wears that an intense headache suddenly hits me out of nowhere.
I try to muffle my groans as much as I can to not alarm June, and it's not until a few seconds later that it starts to subside.
Shaking my head I find a second set of memories along with my own. Jacks memories.
Massaging my head I breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breath out, breath iiiin, breath ouuuut.
Alright.
Lets do this.
Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table I see that it says 06:50, Monday, 1st of November.
Looking a little lower I see the schoolbag and remembering that now I'm a sixteen years-old teenager makes me groan.
Do I seriously have to go through 10th grade and the rest of the grades and university all over again?
Massaging my face with both hands I groan.
Like, really groan.
Giving a sigh that carries all my frustrations I take the schoolbag and put it on.
Getting out of my room. Yes, my room, I still can't believe it but it seems that I've already assimilated the fact that now I am Jack, and that I'm sixteen once more.
As I was saying, getting out of my room I walk into the hallway, and with a familiarity that disturbs me I walk down till I get to the livingroom/kitchen.
It is one of those where the door that leads outside the house is directly to the right of the sofa. The sofa being a blue one that can easily accommodate three people with a coffe table in front of it and in front of that coffe table another table with a few drawers, this one having a TV on top of it.
Behind the couch there is a counter with a bit of wall to the left of the counter where Mom (damn I'm even calling June Mom already) and I usually eat whatever she cooks. To the right of the counter was a little bit of a hallway that led into the kitchen which could be seen from the livingroom through the counter that I've already mentioned.
The moment you enter into the kitchen you have a door in front of the kitchens entrance that leads to the garage. To the left of that door there is a fridge and beyon the fridge there is a few more counters with cabinets and drawers as well as a few cupboards over them.
All that on the wall opposite the kitchens entrance. On the wall left of all that there is a big window along with a few more counters with cabinets and drawers, and just under the window there was an oven along a ceramic top.
And there she was, June Darby, my (now) mother. It just feels weird, specially when I never exactly had a good relatoonship with my original mother. But, then again, I wasn't expecting to suddenly wake up in Jack Darbys body.
Hearing my footsteps June turned towards me and the moment she saw me she smiled at me; and fuck, could I see the love in both that smile and her eyes.
It is so much, so...
Pure.
I nearly started crying once more.
Keeping it in I tried to give her my best smile, which, by her reaction, didn't look so good.
June: Jack, are you alright?
Trying not to panic too much I give her the first thing that goes through my head.
Jack: N-no, no, I-I'm feeling just fine, don't worry about it.
That didn't sound convincing at all, and her face says it all.
She is giving me a look full of worry, and for some reason I feel a lump in my throat and some kind of weight on my chest and stomach. What the hell is this?
...
Oh.
Guilt.
I'm feeling guilty for lying to her so blatantly and making her worry about me.
Before I can think anything else, I lunge towards June and I...
Hug her.
Like really hug her.
June looks surprised at my actions but soon hugs me back and thats where I finally break down.
Tears start to run down my face uncontrollably and June hugs me harder. She uses one of her hands to make circles on my back and I must say, it works.
I feel myself calming down, specially when she's whispering soothing words in my ear.
June: There, there, don't worry, mommys here, mommy'll always be here.
Finally, after a few minutes of hugging her I let go of her.
Looking her in the eye I give her, this time, a genuine smile.
Jack: Thanks Mom, its just, I had a nightmare, I don't know why, but it felt too real.
June: Don't worry about it my baby. You only need to ask me, and I'll be there for you.
Jack: ...Mom, it smells of burnt food.
June: !!!
Looking behind herself she sees that the breakfast is burning.
June: The eggs!!
Seeing her trying to salvage whatever was possible from the frying pan put a smile on my face.
I guess this isn't as bad as I thought.