(A/N: Read and review, please! This is un-betaed, so I apologize for any mistakes.)
...no one will even care since they hate me anyway.
Jim hurried up the stairs away from Frank who was drunk, watching television in the living room after beating Jim. Once in his room, 11 year old Jim pulled out a knife from his boot.
"Here goes," he breathed. His life flashed before his eyes: his dad dying, Winona marrying Frank, Sam running away, Frank abusing him.
Jim took a deep breath, positioning the knife so it pointed at his heart.
I have no reason to live, anyway. Everyone hates me. No one ever cared about me, and they never will. Besides, I'd rather die at my own hands rather than Frank's.
"I'm sorry, dad. I just can't do it anymore," he whispered, gazing up at the stars outside his bedroom window.
Then he stabbed himself.
Jim dropped to the floor with a soft thud, blood streaming out of his chest and his breath faltering. He yanked the knife out of his chest, the room spinning around him as he stared down at the slick, blood covered blade.
Jim closed his eyes and let the overwhelming feeling of peace wash over him, knowing that he was joining his dad in the stars.
His breath slowed as he finally gave it all up, his burdens slipping from his shoulders as he knew that he was finally going somewhere where he'd be loved, where he'd finally meet his dad.
His eyes closed. His breath stilled. And it all slipped away.
Frank found him the next morning. Jim was lying on the floor where he had fallen, eyes closed, a peaceful and contented smile on his youthful face as the early morning sunlight filtered into the room, glinting off his gold streaked blonde hair.
Two days later they had a funeral. Starfleet officers came to pay their respects to the 11 year old son of George Kirk, their beloved friend who had saved thousands of lives and selflessly given up his own.
Christopher Pike gazed down at the young boy who looked exactly like his best friend George and sighed.
"Well, he's with his dad in a better place now."
Above all those people, in the sky, George and Jim chased each other around the heavenly meadow, laughing, not one bruise, wound, or cut on either.
They were both in a better place, and they both deserved it.
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