Hey so this is my first story EVER! I am new and thought I would see how people react to my writing. What better way to do that than with Jack right? I know it has been done before but, hell, can never get enough of him =D
If you don't like it, that's cool, I would appreciate constructive critisism.
Anyway, enjoy...hopefully!
He was loosing the battle; darkness was closing in around him slowly. No. He wouldn't loose, he would stay awake. His eyelids felt heavy and began to droop slowly over his blue eyes. That was it, he
was gone, no more.
He drifted out of reality and into the safe haven of blackness; the mans shouts drowned out of Jacks mind.
He awoke a couple of hours later. Pain shot through his body and he whimpered as he clutched his waist. He stayed where he was, spewed on the floor of the corridor. He lifted his eyes to glimpse at
the back of an armchair, an bulky arm clutching a beer bottle hung over the side of the chair. Pain shot through his face as he involuntarily clenched his jaw in anger. There was no use lying here. His
eyes squeezed shut against the pain as he slowly lifted his broken body off the dirty carpet. He stole another glance at his foster father before begrudgingly forcing himself up the stairs toward the
small bathroom.
Jack shut the door after him. His slim frame slammed against the back of it before slumping into a heap on the floor. He ran his hands through his thick dirty blond hair and over his face before they
descended to rest in his lap. The teen rested his head on the door, staring at the cracks in the ceiling.
Why? Why didn't anyone love him?
He knew the answer, he wasn't worthy of love. If you are told something enough you can't help believing it. In Jack's case his whole life seemed to be proof of his worthlessness.
He looked at the dried blood on his hands. Shit. This was always the worst part; he would have to look at the damage done. He reluctantly forced himself up, grabbing his ribs as pain shot throughout
his body. The world merged in front of him as a wave of dizziness swept over his vision. He struck his other hand out against the wall to steady himself.
Fuck.
After the world stopped spinning he slowly, and painfully, dragged his loose top over his head, undid his baggy trousers and let them fall to the floor, shortly followed by a pair of boxers.
Time to patch up and get on with my life…if you could call it that.
He leaned his arms on either side of the sink and looked up at the mirror. Underneath a mass of hair, two big blue eyes searched over his angular features. A black eye, a cut on his lip and one across
his cheekbone. His torso had multiple cuts and bruises on, all at different stages of healing. What worried him most though was the unusually large and purple bruise that spread around the left side of
his body. He had defiantly broken a couple of ribs. He turned the shower on and let it run for a while longer as he skimmed over the rest of his body. He was tall for a 17 year old and unusually skinny.
He had some muscle but not nearly enough to fight back against the tyrant that ran him.
He's right, you are worthless. You couldn't even stay awake. You don't deserve to escape this place. This is where you belong.
Ok there it was. i know it was short but hopefully someone enjoyed it? I am really keen to know what people thought so please review =P