The Mystery of Jack
AN: This is an ORIGINAL fanfiction, and doesn't have one set of television characters and one exact place. It'll be an an amalgamation of all different characters and shows. Enjoy
In the production office:
Jack: Why am I so messed up?
Me: 'Cause
Jack: Am I gay?
Me: Yes
Jack: Awe man!
Jack always knew he was different in one way or another. Whether it would be the way he acted or the way he dressed he knew he was different than the rest of his classmates. This feeling of difference caused Jack to be relentlessly bullied almost every day at school. They insulted the way he acted, the way he dressed, and the way he talked. They referred to him as some kind of retarded monster. Jack always felt bad about himself because of the way he was treated at school and his parents didn't seem to really care about him or what was happening to him. His father was an alcoholic and whenever Jack used to complain to his father about how he was treated at school his father used to call him a pussy and hit him over and over again. His mother was no better, because she let her abusive husband hit him over and over again, and not only that she would verbally insult him and use her cigarettes to burn him constantly. In a nutshell, Jack was an emotionally and physically frail child.
One day people from social services came, because apparently a neighbor had seen and reported the child abuse that was occurring in Jack's home. When they arrived his parents desperately tried to convince social services that it was a wild accusation and they had never hit or abused Jack in his life. Their story didn't have any weight because of all the bruises and cigarette burns Jack had on his body. He was taken away from his parents and sent to a special cruise. It was more like a reform center for abused children and they told him that he'd be very happy there. Jack, at this point, had little trust in people and took their words with a grain of salt, because all he heard when he was growing up was that he was loved, but why would the people who loved him abuse him like that?
The night before he is supposed to board this mystical boat that is supposed to make all the bad memories of his life disappear Jack is sitting on the windowsill of the foster home. He watched the rain pour outside as if it was a normal thing for him. His face was cold in the way that he showed no emotion he seemed hollow. His brown eyes reflected the rain rolling down the window, but much like his face his eyes were emotionless and hallow. He was sitting with his back to the wall and his knees to his chest. He had wrapped his arms around his legs and watched the rain outside as he rested his face on his legs. He was black skater shoes, black skinny jeans, a crimson red t-shirt with a black sweatshirt over it. He was wearing a locket around his neck, but the insides were a mystery to everyone except him.
"Jack honey, its dinner time do you want to come join the other boys?" Said a woman with long blonde hair and green eyes, and she flashed him a smile. He just turned to her and looked at her with his emotionless eyes and looking into them was like looking into a void of pain and mistrust.
"You're going to force me anyway," He wanted to reply in a slow and saddening voice that showed no emotion and seemed to have been spoken emotionlessly.
"We have something special for you today. Why don't you come on down, because it's your last day before your trip. It's special," She said before exiting his room.
He didn't think it was very special, but thought of this trip as a severe punishment. He didn't want to go on a boat with other children in his situation, because none of the children would be like him. He figured all of the children would be whiney and complain about their horrible lives when they lived in big mansions and their parents wouldn't buy them a horse. He thought this because the cruise was really expensive and the only reason he got to go is because the state ordered it. He hated being around other people, because he believed he was a misanthrope. He hated humanity as a whole, because he thought everyone was so phony and everyone was too weak. He believed that people should be strong like him, and not be weak little children who have to complain when things don't go their way.
He growled a bit as he got off of the windowsill and landed gracefully on the ground. He took one last look at his room and the rain out the window and figured he should go down. He was at his towns famously known foster home for boys. This home was known for its exquisite care and their ability to find homes for most of their residents, but the house was so filled all the time it was hard to find everyone a home. He exited his room and closed his door. The hallway was dark and he scowled because he hated the dark. The dark brought up memories that he didn't wish to remember. He made his way to the staircase and looked down as it was pitch black and he froze. He was frozen in utter fear of going down there. He couldn't do it. He wanted to go down there but the pitch black scared him. That's why his room had a large window and a night light. He thought about turning back around as a small night light shone from the bottom of the stairs and he slowly made his way down the stairs hesitantly. When he got to the bottom of the stairs the lights came on.
"Surprise!" The room echoed as he looked around and scowled even more. He absolutely hated parties, especially surprise parties He saw a table full of his supposed 'favorite foods' including pizza, sushi, and other typical teenage delicacies. There was a cake, tons of soda, and they even had a banner that said "Good luck Jack!" and it seemed unusually expensive.
"Do you like you're party, Jack?" A young boy with short black hair and blue eyes spoke to him, and Jack looked towards the boy with an emotionless expression once again.
"Kyle, I absolutely hate parties and I've always wanted to say this: I absolutely hate you!" He wanted to yell in Kyle's face before walking past him. Kyle looked severely hurt and began crying. The woman who had entered his room before came up to him.
"Jack! What did I say about making Kyle cry? You know he has dependency problems!" The woman said and he seemingly ignored her as he walked over and looked at the pizza. He grabbed a whole box of Mushroom pizza, grabbed a 2 liter of Mountain Dew, grabbed a bag of sour cream and onions chips, grabbed one of the cakes, and headed for the stairs, "Jack! Where are you going?"
He didn't reply to her and he went back to his room and closed the door then locked it. He opened his closet and pulled out a box which had plates, knives, cups, and forks in it. He had kept this from when he used to live with his parents. His parents never used to feed him, so when they cooked he would grab food and run back to his room. He kept everything that he needed to use to eat in his room. He pulled out a paper plate and took two slices of pizza, poured out some chips, cut himself a slice of cake, and poured him some soda. He carried his food back over to the windowsill and sat on it again as he ate. He didn't particularly like pizza, but with the only food to eat was pizza he tolerated it. He wondered what it would be like on this boat though. Would he have to see another therapist? Participate in youth groups? Play games? He shuddered at the thought of him playing a game.
He opened the window a bit to just feel the rain, it was the only way for him the feel things anymore and a way to make sure he was still alive. He took another bite of his pizza and thought it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He took a couple chips and drank some soda and pushed the food aside to try the cake. It was carrot cake and for some reason everyone thought it was his favorite, because when he first arrived at the home he was crying and wouldn't eat a thing. So they bought all different types of cakes and he took a bite of each and spit it out, but he didn't spit out the carrot cake so they figured he liked that type. Did he really enjoy carrot cake or was it the lesser of two evils?
He spent the rest of the night eating his 'last' meal and he admitted he didn't hate it as much as he thought he would. He ate the full pizza, half the bag of chips, drank the whole soda bottle, and had half the cake. Afterwards, he got into his bed and tried to fall asleep. Falling asleep was always something difficult for him to do, because he was afraid of what would happen if he left his guard down for a moment. He knew that no one would hurt him here, and the ones who tried to hurt him would get their asses kicked by him. He slowly relaxed and drifted into a slumber of utter peace.
The next morning the sun shone through the large bay window and shone upon Jack's face making his eyes flicker open. He groaned and looked at his clock and realized it was a minute before he actually had to wake up. Jack had the amazing ability of waking up just on time without the need for an alarm, and he couldn't understand why he could do it so easily, but it was just one of those things he could do without trying. He got out of bed realizing he was still in his clothes and had his shoes on, but he didn't care because he was leaving. He stormed out of his room and into the bathroom. He hated this part of the house because they didn't have a private bathroom but large public bathrooms and when he went in to take a shower all the boys who were in there ran out in fear. He didn't understand what about him that was so scary, but everyone always ran, everyone but Kyle. Kyle had always been clingy to him despite Jack's multiple attempts to get him to go away.
Jack grabbed a towel from off the shelf and turned on one of the showers, and he went into one of the cubicles and changed out of his clothes and wrapped the towel around him, and as he got out of the cubicle he saw Kyle sitting on one of the benches brushing his teeth. He ignored the boy and went into the shower and turned the water on full blast. He could tolerate the very hot water because it made sure that he was still alive and he didn't die in his sleep. Kyle got up and leaned against the wall outside the single shower he was in, and continued to brush his teeth.
"Jack, you're leaving today and you still haven't said one word to anyone. Can you talk just once? Are you able to?" Kyle asked, but he didn't get a response from Jack. He never got a response. Kyle sighed and spit out his toothpaste and washed his brush, "I don't know why you don't talk and I don't know why you're here, but I want you to know you had a friend. A friend who genuinely cares for you Jack," Kyle said before he left the bathroom.
Jack didn't believe a word the boy said to him. He would never believe that another human being cares about him without wanting something in return. He had a skewed perception on life and this perception made him believe that everyone was only using him. He didn't trust Kyle and he would never trust Kyle, but despite all that he knew that Kyle was always nice to him. For one reason or another he would always approach and talk to him even if he wouldn't respond, and this was something Jack could and would never understand.
"Jack honey it's almost time to leave," The woman yelled from downstairs and upon hearing this he quickly turned off the shower.
Even though Jack was an emotionless shell of a human being who didn't talk or have any real connection to another person he knew how to listen. He learned to be very obedient and not defy the actions of what older people tell him to do. He always has been good at following instructions. He always obeys what people of older age or authority say. All except when they ask him to talk or to interact with someone else. He, he couldn't handle that. It was a function that was illogical to him and he would not obey.
He quickly went back to his room and dressed in his normal all black attire which was a pair of black skate shoes, black basketball shorts, and a black v-neck. He picked up his suitcases and walked downstairs where he saw all the boys had lined up to say good bye to him. He ignored them and walked forward, and each of them did something to say goodbye. Some attempted to high five him, others a handshake, and some even tried to hug him, but Jack didn't return any of these acts of sincerity, The woman frowned at this hoping that Jack would at least say goodbye, but he didn't say anything. Jack did notice that Kyle wasn't there and figured that his initial thought was correct. Kyle didn't really care about him, he only wanted to use him.
They entered the woman's car and Jack placed his bags in the trunk. He took the passenger seat and buckled up. He looked back at the house and frowned. He was leaving another one of the places he called 'home'. The car drove forward as the image of the house faded into the distance. The woman didn't try to strike up conversation with Jack, because she knew he wouldn't respond. They soon left the quiet suburbs and entered the city and as soon as they did they were at the port and Jack saw the boat where he'd spend the next couple of years on.
AN: I'll update it once I get some feedback. Did you like it? Is it too wordy and descriptive? Also give me some thoughts of what you'd like to happen.
