Jack's song
By: MysticFantasy
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(Disclaimer: I own no part of this movie or the characters. If I did I would keep Jack all to myself! )
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Sixteen year old Jack Mercer wasn't sure how it was possible but he was actually paying attention to his English teacher.
"...if you seem interested in entering the competition grab an entry form from my desk, fill it out and turn it in by Friday morning. There's a copy of the rules for the competition attached to each form for you to keep. The deadline for the competition ends next Friday so those who are entering, please try to have your work in by then."
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"What's this?" Bobby asked snatching the paper from his brother's hand.
"Nothing. Give it back." Jack protested reaching for the paper only for it to be kept out of his reach despite his long arms.
"You're entering a poetry contest?" Bobby exclaimed. "I knew you were a fairy!"
"It's not a poetry contest!" Jack declared grabbing the form.
"Then what is it?" Bobby asked before taking a swing of his beer.
"None of your business, that's what!"
"Just tell me what it is."
"It's a creative artist contest." Jack sighed in defeat.
"So...you're a fairy?"
"Look Bobby, if I win my entry will be officially published. How can I turn down a chance like that?"
"If it makes you happy Jackie, go for it." Bobby replied. "But do it upstairs. Don't want my manly hockey game to sidetrack your fairy creativness."
"You're gonna push me too far one of these days, man." Jack warned gathering his school books.
"I'll make sure to sleep with my eyes open." Bobby called watching his youngest brother head upstairs.
Jack sighed as he shut the door to his room and sat at his desk. He had only one homework assignment and had already finished it. He didn't want anything to distract him from this contest.
What interested him most was the chance of having what he wrote published. His entry could be viewed as artistic.
A chance to be in music was what he dreamed of most in life and if he won this contest then it would be one step closer knowing he could write songs. But first he had to win the poetic contest.
He grabbed a few pieces of paper and placed them in a neat stack. He grabbed a pencil, sharpened it to his liking and started thinking.
"What do I want to write about?" he asked himself quietly as he held the pencil in place like it would start making words on its own. He looked around his room and right away spotted the family picture in the frame next to his bed.
It was taken the day Evelyn had finalized his adoption and he had become a Mercer. He smiled at the photo before turning back to his blank pieces of paper. After a few seconds, he found his hand moving as words began to come together in his mind.
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A child almost forever trapped in the dark
Too scared to face the life he must embark
His eyes were wide, searching for the answers he seeked
Never seeing misery mountains peak
His voice was silent, his movements were still
He never fought back, never having the will
Numb was what he felt, a constant feeling
But it never soothed his heart that was breaking
He kept dreaming, hoping someone would hear his silent wish
Hoping one day to end the pain and to one day feel bliss
With each new dawn he felt his hope rise
Hoping to have a moment of happiness in his life
One day he awoke to a new dawn
But saw the same darkness he thought would be never be gone
He found himself in the arms of an angel
And felt hope where once there was none
The good kingdom's angel graced his life
Giving him the strength, hope and courage to fight
Bringing light to his dark world she showed him love
His heart started to fly on the white wings of a dove
His home a sanctuary, the safety he longed for
The angel's three soldiers, guarding and protecting him more
At night he was warm, in the morning he was safe
His silent wish granted, now in his rightful place
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Jack put his pencil down and looked over his work.
A smile crossed his lips in satisfaction.
"I think this is it." he said to himself.
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(A/N: Song will be longer. Promise.)