CHAPTER 4

Jett's POV

G'day I'm Jett Kirkland. Yeah I'm Artie's younger brother. Yeah he shipped me to a place where absolutely EVERYTHING can kill you. Nah, I don't hate him for it. I just hate him for not saving Alfred.

Alfred was more than my ally. I wanted to be his. No one could come close to understanding everything that I thought about him. He had my heart for the moment that we met. The life and death separation makes it harder. What makes life easier is that I don't have to hide anything from Artie anymore.

How do you tell someone that whenever you speak to a certain person that your heart races, your brain stops working, you try to act like everything is normal but you can feel that it's not? That's how I felt around Alfred. I would try everything to make sure that he would help me if I helped him. So I was glad when we started doing joint military exercises. That led to me joining wars to help him. I could see that I went to extremes.

But I could see that Artie was in love with Alfie. I backed down so Artie could have him. I regret everything. After Alfie broke Artie's heart, Artie only moved on. I could have stopped the heartbreak on my brother's behalf. If it were me in that position I would beg, plead and find out why Alfie would want to break up with me. I would do anything to stay with Alfie.

When I went over to his house that day, I was going to find out if he would want to be with me. I asked him out ten weeks beforehand he said he would tell me during his winter break. I was looking forward to find out what he was going to say. Guess he gave me his answer. A big fat fucken NO!

Sorry. It's just that I am highly upset about the entire thing. Especially since we buried him one my birthday. MY BIRTHDAY! And no one remembered. Sometimes I hear his voice telling me to break free from Artie. But my public doesn't want to. I need to look out for them first; my needs are second. Though some days I think about putting myself first and take up Alfie's voices advice.
I could seeing as Alfie gave me his navy, air force and army. I would outnumber the English army easily. I would be an easy win. Even easier than using koalas. My koalas are amazing. They gave two members of Artie's "superstar" band One Direction chlamydia. Best laugh I ever had. Kind of funny since it was the English got the diseases and not me. Artie sent me here hoping for that result and he didn't get it.
Back onto topic. Alfie left the defence corps to me for a reason. I guess that reason was to protect him. And protect him I did. Even though I was under threat, I tried my hardest for him. I raced home and demanded that my critters help defend their home and then I raced back to defend Alfie's home.

Matthew then a let me claim Alaska. I didn't want it, I just I wanted my Alfie back. I never went with another person. I stayed single for the majority of my life so what does it matter if I don't get with a person in my life. Why would it matter if I never go with another man or woman?

I stay in the stay in the States nine months of the year. I claim that I am training the forces but I am only looking for Alfie. Artie did tell me that he was able to summon Alfie from the top of Lady Liberty so some days I just sit there hoping that he would turn up. Other days I watch some of my people get big in LA. Others don't make it anywhere. That is the American culture. But they don't know that don't the America that everyone knew and love is gone.
They stuff food into their mouths and I cringe. They cry when they realize that they are overweight and my heart breaks. They claim no one loves them and I want to show them how true love operates. Love is not something that can be erased by a spell or tossed away. They never tell the whole truth about anything.
Even history doesn't tell the whole truth. The winners always write history. That was the case in the Revolutionary War. It was the case again in the American Civil War. I was still a child when both the wars happened but I still remember everything.
Alfie was tortured. He was literally being torn in two. He showed me the scars when he thought I was old enough to understand the brutality of war. He showed me the scars when I was about to join the First World War.
That was one of the things that I loved about him. He always was the hero. I would use my education to help him. War happening and Alfie wanted to join? I would be the one who found the statistics and figure out the tactics that would prove useful to him. I remember being so proud of myself when he rubbed my hair and said, "Jett. If I am the hero, you are the sidekick." I swear was floating on a cloud for days.

Yes, I know how wrong it is to think like that about a dead person. But Alfie was amazing to me. He stayed with me, even when my brother, New Zealand, ditched us. Alfie comforted me when I was crying. My heart was broken by my own brother.

Alfie's boss and my boss help each other every day. Especially recently, since Mr. Obama have no Alfie to turn to. Mr. Obama has told my boss, Mr. Abbott, that he wanted me to move over there for a while. Mr. Obama wanted me to move into Alfie's old home which I agreed to straight away.

The first night that I was there I looked around at every room that was there. There were four rooms dedicated to Abraham Lincoln, James A Garfield, William McKinley and John Kennedy. The four United States Presidents that have been assassinated. In another room there was a room dedicated to the evolution of the American flag. I was surprised to see that there was Artie's flag alongside his. That made me even more so certain that Alfie was going to say 'no' to me.
As I climbed up the stairs to his room, I felt like I was invading his privacy. However, Mr. Obama wanted me to stay here for a reason. The wooden door at the top of the stairs was the object that was stopping me from entering his room. I opened the door. The room was a mess, but I kinda expected it. Dirty laundry lied all around the room. His laptop was still sitting on the desk and a blank covered book sat next to the laptop. I reached over and grabbed over and opened it at the beginning of the book. That was then when I realized that I was reading his diary. A wave of ideas knocked around my thoughts. I could be the first one to find out why Alfie left this world. I flicked through the pages til I saw an alarming entry. It went like this:

Dear diary,December 31

I am scared. I know that if I go through with my plans, everyone will blame Ivan. I don't want Ivan to blame himself. I don't want anyone to blame themselves if my plan works. But here's the thing.

I DON'T BELONG HERE. I am always being stereotyped. Half the stereotypes don't reflect who I truly am as a person. I don't always eat burgers. I know what a salad is. I drink water and can be healthy.

But no one knows the true me. I try to be patient but everyone else makes me say the first thing I think of. I don't mean to be loud. I am just reacting. Everyone expects me to act a certain way. They can't see the pain that they are causing me. Matthew is the only one who understands. That is because we are more alike than they thought. But I will never let him know that.

My wrists hurt. They are still bleeding. It really hurts. But what hurt more are my memories. I tried hard to make everyone happy but it got out of hand. That's why I cut.
My celebrities continually tweet stuff like 'you are amazing the way you are." But that's not true. If you are amazing the way you are then how come I am the equivalent of a piece of shit?

I'm thinking about leaving the world. I can't do it now because it is the holiday season. None of the others will n ever forgive me. It will be soon.
AFJ.

I stare in shock. This needed to be showed to everyone else. We need to support each other. We could stop others death like Alfie's. Never again should we refer to each other based on our stereotypes.