Chris Jackson

Smooth talking, rich kid, DJ

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Chris lived a privileged life in LA, with his well to-do family and friends. However, living the life of a DJ in 90’s rave culture lead to multiple run-ins with the law. For fear of their child’s future they shipped Chris off to east Texas to attend college while still being close to a few family relatives.

Chris’ time at ETU has been a tragic, mixed bag of experiences. Some would call him one of the luckiest guys ever, many would call him horribly cursed, and the sad truth is that he can’t ever seem to be one without being the other.

Shortly after making a few friends at the traditional freshman orientation party, Chris found himself thrust into a dark, evil world where supernatural creatures thrive, and death is always breathing at one’s neck. It all started out seemingly harmless, a ritual, an Aztec spear head, and some brief running from campus security. However, the thrills quickly came to an end after exploring what seemed to be a chicken fighting ring gone wrong.

03/—/1998 Letter to Amalia

Amalia, I’m writing this down because I’m still having trouble finding the words to describe how I feel. I know I’ll want to talk eventually; but as it is, this is the only way I can think to confide in you right now without possibly losing my mind.

I’m terrified of what I might be becoming. Tonight I watched as a man’s life was taken right in front of me. I’ve watched as dear friends have died before, but this was different. I could have saved him, I saw it coming, and even after I could have done something to help. Instead I chose to do nothing. I simply watched as his life was taken. The scariest part was that it didn’t feel like justice, or closure; it didn’t even feel like hate or malice….I felt nothing at all.

I fear that by choosing to do nothing I’ve made things terribly worse. And even now I feel a sort of corruption taking hold on my heart. I’m scared, wandering aimlessly, lost in the dark; and I have no idea how to get out. I confide in you because you’ve stared into the dark, and despite all the horrible things that have happened to you, you’re a good person. I know you don’t always see it, but you saved my life and my friend’s lives as well. You’ve helped people without ever asking anything in return.

I need to find a way to get my life together before I turn down I path I can’t return. And I really don’t want to do anything to drag you down with me. I’m really hoping you’ll help me with that. When I first met you I saw how lonely you were, and I think I might have been feeling a similar loneliness within myself. Maybe that’s why we hit it off so well. Comforting each other as we lick our wounds. I’ve also come to really care about you though. I know it’ll sound horribly cliche, but you’re the strongest, smartest person I know and I love you.

Ok ok, I’m starting to feel really silly writing all this down. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Love,
Chris

Chris Jackson

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