This chapter is dedicated to my gandma, she has stomach cancer.

The characters in this story all belong to me, but the SAW series does not lol.

This will be the latest chapter for awhile, but please be patient :) read and review! Thanks!

CHAP. THREE

"I'm out, Dad…"

"Please be careful."

An older man slowly bent down and hugged the boy, and the boy rolled his eyes. His father was only caring towards him and him alone…everyone else he seemed to treat like shit. He was also treated like shit until his father found out about his stomach cancer.

"Alright." The boy said and turned to leave.

A woman came from the other room and started to hug on the boy's father, and when they walked away, the boy left.

His name was Marco Marino, basically a pure blood Italian. His father was Italian, and his mother was as well ((Wherever she was at))…but he also had a half sister, because his father slept around a lot…who knew how many sisters and brothers he had? All he knew is that he had a half sister older by three years, named Maria Lopez. They looked nothing alike, but that was because Maria looked like her mother while Marco looked like his father…

Marco had short spiked like black hair, and his eyes were bright green, an eerie green that would make one look away if someone stared into them too long. He had pale skin, only because he hadn't been getting nutrition. Stomach cancer does that to people…he was forced to eat certain foods he didn't like and give up the one's he did, only because his stomach couldn't handle most of it anymore.

Marco was on his way to his best friends house. He walked down the city streets with his hands shoved into his pockets, staring at the sidewalk as he walked. It was a nice day, for being in the city. It didn't smell nice, but the gentle breeze was good as newspapers flew past him and trash rolled past his feet. It was warm, he liked the warmth.

Marco walked up to a building and rang the buzzer underneath a name of 'Cunningham'. He waited for a reply, before he finally got one and heard a small groan.

He stared.

"Who dis be?"

"It is I! Marco Marino with za pizza's and za spaghetti's and za-"

"Nigga? Wait."

Marco smirked and waited. He always pulled off his Italian speech when his best friend answered the buzzer. The buzzer to unlock the door was broken, and the landlord couldn't afford to fix it, so residents had to go down to open the door themselves. It was convenient though, just incase a burglar was at the door instead of a friend.

When the door opened, an African American male stared dazedly at him, half of his hair was fixed into corn rows, and the other half was still a large afro. They stared at each other, before the darker skinned male greeted him with a secret handshake "My man! Wassap? What 'chu doin' so early, man?"

"Are you serious?" Marco laughed "It's two in the afternoon, dude. You should have your ass UP!"

"Naw…nigga you's playin'."

"It's the truth, Jackson."

The boy in the doorway, known as Jackson, stared as if Marco was seriously joking, but then he moved out the way with a tired smile "Come on in…"

Marco obliged and he walked into the building and led the way to Jackson's apartment, since Jackson was falling behind from tiredness. Jackson was the typical black male that made others look down on him, made them hate him for making others of the same race look bad. He was original, and enjoyed being so…he was in a gang, he carried a gun with him wherever he went, and he always wore jersey tank tops of anything and baggy blue jeans. He was only 17, but he had lived a long, hard life…

Marco made it to the male's house first, and then Jackson simply turned the knob and opened the door. The two walked in, and Marco sighed "This place…is a mess…like a monster regurgitated all over your house." "Shut up, this place just needs the clothes picked up…"

He then yelled "And this bitch is still sleepin'!"

Marco heard a light gasp, and watched as a girl with red curly hair slowly appeared in the doorway. The room was dark, so the light from the hallway outside made it appear as if she was sent by God. Marco stared at her, scanning her body. She was only wearing on one of Jackson's baggy white stained T-Shirts, and her dark blue eyes seemed lighter.

Marco gulped, then he slowly looked down to see if she revealed anything besides her legs…and he was right, she did. But not what you were thinking at all, no private areas were shown…but blood stains remained in her inner thigh.

Marco whispered this to Jackson, and Jackson glared at her "Bitch, I know you didn't start yo womanly thing in my fuckin' bed!"

"N-No…" The girl stuttered nervously, her face flushed pink as she tugged at her shirt to try and cover her legs "I-It's from last night, I swear! Remember when you-"

Jackson lifted up a hand, as if ready to smack her, and she slowly turned, showing her butt, and walked away "I'll get a tampon…"

Jackson turned on the lights to reveal the actual mess of the room. They walked into the main room, it was large, but it only had a bed and TV, where there was a small room behind it with the kitchen and another room beside it where the bathroom was. The light was on in the bathroom, and the girl wasn't caring that the boys were watching her shove a tampon into herself.

Jackson sighed, and Marco spoke gently "Dude, are you still hitting her?"

"Yeah…"

"Why?"

"Only to show her who's boss, that's all, man."

He sounded decent now; there wasn't any ghetto slang, only because it was a serious conversation. Marco frowned "If you keep this up, she's going to leave, or die of blood loss." He saw Jackson's face, the black male had a sad face but his eyes told otherwise. Marco gave up on him, as usual, and laughed "Or she might just pull an axe on you while you're sleeping!"

Jackson laughed "Naw!"

Marco sang "Are you sleeping, are you sleeping, brother Jackson? Brother Jackson?"

"Shut the hell up, man…" Jackson smirked and rushed away to his bed, where he sat down and patted the spot beside him. Marco would have sat, but it was stained in blood. As he stared, the red headed girl ran out of the bathroom and pouted "I-I'm so sorry, I'll get that…" She lifted the bed sheets, only to reveal that it went through them and onto the mattress itself. Marco noted that from all the blood all over, it wasn't her period, but Jackson was literally raping her probably every night.

The girl ran to the kitchen and back with paper towels, piling them onto the blood stain, and Marco touched her hand "It's fine, Amanda…thank you though…"

The red headed girl, known as Amanda, looked into his eyes. The two stared for long moments, green met blue, and Amanda's face turned pink. Marco smiled as he noticed she had freckles "Alright…? You can leave now?"

"O-Oh…" Amanda nodded fast and ran off into the kitchen to make them breakfast.

Marco sighed and slowly sat himself down on the piles of paper towels as he watched whatever Jackson was watching.

Jackson looked over to Marco and smiled, before he looked back at the TV with his dark brown eyes. Amanda came back into the room with two small trays, both had cereal, toast, and butter with spoons. She gave one to Marco first with a small smile, and then gave the other to Jackson "Here you go, honey." "Mm." Jackson responded as he took the tray and started to immediately eat the cereal. Amanda began to change into her dress beside Jackson's side of the bed, and Marco started to twirl his cereal with his spoon. One of the things he couldn't eat.

He sighed, and Jackson noticed "Can't have cereal?"

"No."

"Eggs? Bacon?"

"No."

Jackson sighed "What did the doctor's say?"

"Around…my birthday."

"16th?"

"Yes."

"When's that?"

"In five weeks."

It got quiet as Jackson started to eat his food, Amanda finished dressing and watched Marco, and Marco started to take small bites of toast.

Amanda gasped "I have to get home, I'll see you later Jackson…" She bowed her head slowly "Marco…"

"Oh." Marco set the tray down and got to his feet "I'll walk you home, I need to head out anyway." Amanda made a small nod as she slowly slipped into her sneakers. She then took her coat from the floor and brushed it off with her fingers before sliding her arms into it. Marco smiled to Jackson "I'll see you later, man."

"See ya, man."

Jackson watched as Marco opened the door for Amanda "Ms. Pearl." "Thank you." Amanda made a small smile and walked out. Marco waved to Jackson, and Jackson waved back as Marco shut the door behind him.

Jackson finished eating his food, and he glared "Goddammit… she didn't even fuckin' clean this shit." He sighed as he threw the tray onto the floor and growled under his breath "Bitches, fuckin' bitches. I deserve bettah than this bitch right 'ere." He looked at the TV as he leaned back on the bed. He remembered last night, where Amanda wasn't in the mood to have sex, but he fucked her anyway. He played the memory in his head, and then another one replaced it. Instead of him having sex with her, he was suddenly beating her with a baseball bat, and suddenly she changed from Amanda to his father…

Jackson covered his face with his hands and began to sob uncontrollably "Why'd you make me do it?" He asked himself, though he was trying to talk to his father. He was on his own now, dropped out of high school, living by himself with the acceptions of his best friend coming over from time to time and his girlfriend sleeping over every night besides Sunday. Where was his life going?

"Straight to hell…" Jackson muttered. He wiped his eyes and he got up and walked over to the window that was right behind the television. He stared outside of it, and looked at the empty balcony. He had never been out on the balcony before, and now he decided to do so. He managed to change his jeans into some cleaner ones, and then he opened his sliding door that lead to the outside world. He looked around, before he shut the door behind him and watched as people in the backyard of the apartment were walking, dealing drugs, sleeping, he basically lived in the poor side of the city.

As he stared down, he felt something touch his shoulder. He believed it to be Amanda, and it was a white hand as well; delicate and creamy looking. Soon he thought it was Marco.

"Welcome back, man." Jackson said calmly. His eyes got wide when he realized that the grip of the hand had tightened, and he slowly turned his body to see that it was a man in a large shirt, baggy jeans, and wearing the typical disguise of large black glasses and a mustache. He yelled "Who are you?!"

The mysterious male lifted a white cloth and was trying to place it on his face, and Jackson was moving his head and avoiding it. He punched the male in the stomach, the glasses disguise flew off and off the balcony. It revealed an old man with dead blue eyes and messy brown hair. The old man returned the punch, only harder. Jackson yelled for help, and the old man took this time to shove the white cloth over the black man's mouth and nose, forcing him to inhale.

Jackson felt his body go limp, and he felt his arm dangle over the edge. He stared up at the old man that hovered over him, and soon he closed his eyes and fell asleep.