It had only been ten minutes since Jack had walked out of my door. I knew I
shouldn't have let him go, it was probably the stupidest thing I had ever
done. I knew the glint I saw in his eye when we told him about. The glint
of cold steel that sparkled rarely, but it would sparkle.
I've seen it only a few times before. Once when he had become a scab and I had yelled at him, he yelled back and I could have sworn if he had a gun he would have killed me. The other time was fighting the DeLancey brothers, he loved to fight. It was almost like Jack relished the pain of others, like it somehow redeemed him in some sick way.
That was the reason that I left the apartment and walked down the hall in the direction I thought Jack had gone. Sometimes I felt like he couldn't hurt a fly, then other times I feel that he could destroy everyone in his path without a single feeling of guilt. That when I saw it, the bag that Jack had carried in and out of the apartment. It was lying discarded on the hall floor, open. It looked like someone had gone though it, was it Jack that had? Or someone else?
Frowning, I continued to Sarah's. I didn't want to expect the worst, but I couldn't help but feel stupid for letting Jack know where Sarah was. He had been my best friend for over a year, he had helped me out of a lot of tough situations, but now I wasn't sure if I even knew him. No, I felt that I knew him well. If I didn't know him this well, I wouldn't have gone out after him, I would have just brushed it aside, but I do know him. That is something that nothing can change.
Thunder rumbled through the sky warning me against the on-coming rain. My coat was in the apartment, had I even thought about bringing it? Probably not, I don't think I even thought about coming out after him, but something is pulling me, nagging me to follow. You know that feeling. The one that eats away at you until you do something, or wait until it is too late. Try as I might, I couldn't ignore this one, but i feel like someone is whispering in my ear, telling me that it is too late.
Wind whips around my body as I move down the streets. Even the wind seems to be moving at a hurried pace, pushing me towards Sarah's new home. Raindrops started falling, slowly, surely, then at a more frantic pace. I was soaked by the time I made it up those stairs to Sarah's apartment. I wish I had never climbed those stairs, or knocked on that door. It was part way open, but not all the way, just slightly ajar, but when I pushed against it, I felt resistance. It was as if someone had moved a chair in front of the door to keep someone out. Maybe Jack?
with a burst of strength I shoved the door open and froze. It wasn't a chair that had made my entrance so hard, it was my sister's body. Her clothes were stained a violent red, the walls splattered with browning dots. Two perfect circles punctured her breast, her eyes slightly open, but unseeing. The glaze of death had long since fallen over her eyes. Only one person I knew could have done this, Jack.
An unseen blackness creeped inside of me right then, it was so strong it was almost tangible. My sister, dead, because of the man I had thought to be my best friend at one point. I thought that he had loved her, but obviously I was wrong. Torn, I didn't know if I should go out and look for the monster that had mauled my sister or go get help. Brotherly instinct won out and I ran down the stairs into the bakery to get someone that could do something, anything, to help. I didn't know what to do, I knew she was dead, all I could do was hope that I was wrong.
Three days later I read the paper. An article had been printed about a body that had been dredged up from the river. Some man had jumped from a moving train the day of Sarah's death, I didn't have to read the description of him to know who it was. It was Jack. So they were both gone, justice had been served in a sick but equal way. The star crossed lovers would love no more, and I am left alone trying to sort out this whole mess.
I've seen it only a few times before. Once when he had become a scab and I had yelled at him, he yelled back and I could have sworn if he had a gun he would have killed me. The other time was fighting the DeLancey brothers, he loved to fight. It was almost like Jack relished the pain of others, like it somehow redeemed him in some sick way.
That was the reason that I left the apartment and walked down the hall in the direction I thought Jack had gone. Sometimes I felt like he couldn't hurt a fly, then other times I feel that he could destroy everyone in his path without a single feeling of guilt. That when I saw it, the bag that Jack had carried in and out of the apartment. It was lying discarded on the hall floor, open. It looked like someone had gone though it, was it Jack that had? Or someone else?
Frowning, I continued to Sarah's. I didn't want to expect the worst, but I couldn't help but feel stupid for letting Jack know where Sarah was. He had been my best friend for over a year, he had helped me out of a lot of tough situations, but now I wasn't sure if I even knew him. No, I felt that I knew him well. If I didn't know him this well, I wouldn't have gone out after him, I would have just brushed it aside, but I do know him. That is something that nothing can change.
Thunder rumbled through the sky warning me against the on-coming rain. My coat was in the apartment, had I even thought about bringing it? Probably not, I don't think I even thought about coming out after him, but something is pulling me, nagging me to follow. You know that feeling. The one that eats away at you until you do something, or wait until it is too late. Try as I might, I couldn't ignore this one, but i feel like someone is whispering in my ear, telling me that it is too late.
Wind whips around my body as I move down the streets. Even the wind seems to be moving at a hurried pace, pushing me towards Sarah's new home. Raindrops started falling, slowly, surely, then at a more frantic pace. I was soaked by the time I made it up those stairs to Sarah's apartment. I wish I had never climbed those stairs, or knocked on that door. It was part way open, but not all the way, just slightly ajar, but when I pushed against it, I felt resistance. It was as if someone had moved a chair in front of the door to keep someone out. Maybe Jack?
with a burst of strength I shoved the door open and froze. It wasn't a chair that had made my entrance so hard, it was my sister's body. Her clothes were stained a violent red, the walls splattered with browning dots. Two perfect circles punctured her breast, her eyes slightly open, but unseeing. The glaze of death had long since fallen over her eyes. Only one person I knew could have done this, Jack.
An unseen blackness creeped inside of me right then, it was so strong it was almost tangible. My sister, dead, because of the man I had thought to be my best friend at one point. I thought that he had loved her, but obviously I was wrong. Torn, I didn't know if I should go out and look for the monster that had mauled my sister or go get help. Brotherly instinct won out and I ran down the stairs into the bakery to get someone that could do something, anything, to help. I didn't know what to do, I knew she was dead, all I could do was hope that I was wrong.
Three days later I read the paper. An article had been printed about a body that had been dredged up from the river. Some man had jumped from a moving train the day of Sarah's death, I didn't have to read the description of him to know who it was. It was Jack. So they were both gone, justice had been served in a sick but equal way. The star crossed lovers would love no more, and I am left alone trying to sort out this whole mess.