This chapter is going to be in Jack's POV. I thought it would be nice to do a couple of chapters that way, not all of them of course, just a few.

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Inspiration: U2 – miracle drug

Chapter three
Taking away the tears

I was hurt, of course I was. My one father hit me, what would you do? My mother left me, because I for some reason wasn't good enough for her. I am alone, alone in this world. But I have to keep on pretending, pretending that all is fine. I can't tell anyone what I really feel, I can't tell them because I have to keep on pretending that I am fine.

My live is complicated, and so unimportant. Not even my own parents would miss me if I was dead. Maybe they would even be relieved. I have been sitting in my room for the last couple of days, I would only come out to get some food and that was when I was sure my dad wasn't anywhere to be seen. I wonder if he actually intend to hit me from now on, because maybe it was just that one time. I only could hope he wouldn't do such a thing anymore. It didn't really hurt physical, it was more mentally pain it had caused. I have thought about running away from home, but that would mean finding my own way into the world.

Maybe, just maybe someday I would find a better life. Far away from my father. But till that day comes, I have to be strong and show no one the real me. Maybe I could never show anyone who I really was. Forever trapped in my own world, caged for a lifetime. Could someone life that way? I had to, there wasn't an other way.

Two weeks passed by and my father hadn't said a word to me, until today.

"Can you tell me why you draw that drawing? Are you planning to walk away?" I didn't answer him, because I didn't know the answer for myself. I wanted to go away, but I couldn't. "Answer me!" I was looking to the ground, not knowing what to say. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. I pulled myself out of his grip and turned around. I knew what I was getting myself into, but I had to show my father that I wasn't going to listen to him if he started treating me like that. As I had expected my father raised his hand and hit me in my face this time. I fell backward to the ground. As fast as I could I stood up again. I wasn't going to show to him how much it had hurt. He grabbed my wrist threw me backwards. The point of the table pinned in my back and I cried in pain. "For your own good." The man said, I looked at him tears covered my vision. How could he say that? I didn't do anything.

"Why? What did I do?" I asked.

"You didn't answer me. A brat like you should listen to his father."

"I would listen if you would stop calling me brat and stop treating me like I have no feelings!" Cause I do, I don't always show them most of the time I even hide them, but I do have feelings.

"Quit the nonsense, you have know idea what you are talking about." My father grabbed a vase from the table and threw it in my direction. I held my arms in frond of my face. The vase collided against my arms and fell to the ground, where it scattered into pieces. I looked at the pieces broken glass that now surrounded me. In some ways it reminded me of my life, scattered to pieces, broken. My father was looking at me furious, that was when someone knocked on the door.

"Clean that" The man commended me, pointing to the broken vase.

"Why? You broke it." My father walked over to me and I was beginning to get scared but I stayed where I was. The man kicked me to the ground I felt the many pieces of glass piercing into my skin.

"Clean it up." My father whispered into my ear, I had no other chose than to follow his orders. The man walked away to open the door. I looked at my hands and legs, many wounds covered them. First I cleaned of the blood and then started to pick up the glass.

Uno came running into the kitchen, I looked at my dog while tossing the last pieces of glass into the trash. I stood up and walked over to him. Uno started licking my face as he always did and I got knocked over when he started jumping on me.

"Uno!" I giggled, hugging my dog and standing up again. "Here, let's go for a walk."

When we where outside, Uno was running around me over excited. Uno was a big beautiful dog. Black fur surrounded his face and his tail was light brown. In between his fur changed from dark to light. I was really lucky with my dog, Uno was the only one who didn't hate me. The only one who probably would miss me, a small smile appeared upon my face and for the first time in many weeks I actually felt a little happy.

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