This story take place before , during and maybe after the movie!

Nothing you recognize in here is mine,it's mister Singleton!

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Jack mercer the fucked-up

Jack Mercer point of view.

I was standing outside,trying to lit my cigarette without mom seeing me, she would kill me if she found out I was still smoking. Taking a drag I looked around. My brothers were trying to teach that Amy girl to ice skate.She didn't talk much, but she seemed alright. It was the fifth day she was with us now, and I'm sure I knew more about her then all my other brothers.

One night, I went to take a glass of water to refresh myself, because the memories came back to me, and I heard her singing. She liked to sing a lot. She writhes too. I know she likes chocolat and hate water,because she didn't know how to swim.

Don't worry,I'm not spying on her.I just study her. It's what I do. I watched people, whatch them do their little things and I know what they feel, what they are going to do. Call it a gift, I call it experience. I learned to do this, I wasn't born with that ''gift'' , I learned it when I understood that it could help me get out of some trouble.

Bloody hell , it's freezing here. I cought and throw my cigarette in the snow when I saw my brothers approching. They all greet me and tease before they went into the house.I stayed outside,sitting on the front steps, watching.

She was still outside. She was only walking and humming I guess. I wondered why mom took her in for a bit.She was not going to adopt her, like she did to me and my brothers, she told us so, so why did she kept her here? Something was up , I just knew it, I could smell it everytime she was near. I just had to figure out what it was.

-What are you doing outside? It's freezing!

With all the thinking, I hadn't noticed her coming toward me. She sat beside me when I didn't answer and she closed her eyes as the wind came up.

-Why don't you talk? I never heard you speak in all the days I've been here.

I continued to look infront of me. She knew I had hear her, I could see it in her eyes.

-You don't like questions?

True,I hated questions, but I was not going to tell her that.She looked at me with her dark green eyes.She bite her lips and unsure of herself, looked at me again.

-I saw you once, sleeveless. Were did you get that scar?

She pointed to my right arm. That was it, she had touched something she shouldn't have touched, seen. I got up and ignoring her excuses, walk back into the house, slamming the door behind me. My brothers looked at me , asking what was wrong, I said nothing and went to my room. Closing the door, I threw myself on the bed,face down.

She had no right to ask question about my past, what was on me. She didn't know me, if she did, she would have known better than to ask.She surely thought I was a poor fucked up boy who need pity ,attention. I became angry. I hated that feeling. Pity, it was pity that made my mom died, it was pity that made my dad beat me, it was pity that put me in fosters home, it was pity. It was all pity's fault.

I got up and took my guitar, I started to play a song I wrothe.

Another day wasted out of time

I can't get out of this.

Altered state of mind

I'm going overboard

My conscience meets decline

Into reality

I know this can't be fine

'Cause I'm all messed up

Making perfect nonsense

Drowning in my doubts too well

'Cause I'm all messed up

Going nowhere but fast circles in my head

so blind.

Downstairs.

Amy's point of view.

I enter the house just after Jack, his brothers are now looking at me acusingly.I know I messed with him real bad asking that question, but it just felt out from my mouth before I could stop it, me and my fucking mouth.Then I heard singing.

-Whose's singing? I asked.

-Jack, answered Jeremiah.

-What the hell did you tell him to make him sing that song? asked Angel.

-What?

-Everytimes he sing that song,said Bobby darkly, His past came back to him. What did you said to my little brother?

-I...I just asked him were he got that scar on his right arm!

Who are these voice in my head?

I can't go on like this

-Bloody hell, you didn't ask him that, do you? said Jerry.

-Yeah why?

Living like the dead

I haven't slept so long

Feeling sad I dread

-Because, that's one of the most important rule in this family.Never ask Jack a question about his past. said Bobby.

-And why not?

-Because his past his killing him stupid girl! Said Angel,angry now.

I'm talking to myself

Forget what I just said.

-He never talks about it. We are the only one to know what happen to him because mom told us about it. Said Jerry.

-I don't understand...what's so bad about talking of a scar?

-The memorie of the scar hurt Amy. Said Angel.

Well, I hold my only ennemy has closely has a friend

And I sold my own reality to further my descent

They were all looking upstair, then Bobby told me to sit, wich I did.

-Jackie...you see we all have a hard past, you too I guess, but Jack...it was the hardest.He shouldn't have seen what he saw nor endure what he did.Hell, we're still wondering how he survive.But my little bro, as long has he have that freaking guitar and voice, he'll survive. Jackie's a fighter Amy.But , he won't survive an over dose of memories. That he can't.So, don't talk to him about his past alright?

Self-destruction's taking over it's so easy to pretend

Introduction to this nightmare they not seems may never end

I looked up at the stairs were could hear him sing.If felt guilt creeping down my spine now.

-Sorry, I didn't know...I won't do it again.Promise.

They all smile at me.

-Alright, but you better go and apologise. Said Angel.

I got up and went to the stairs.

Can anyone help me drag my heels

I'm running overtime

I can't hold down my meals

I stopped at his almost closed door. I couldn't bring myself to enter, not when he was singing.

My mind is racing by

Staring blankly feels

Like pulling out my teeth

While this engine winds.

I knock when I only heard music playing.He didn't say to enter but I did anyway.I stood in the doorway of his door, unsure of myself, once again. It's amazing how unsure I am of myself around him.I advanced toward his bed, he didn't look at me, he stared blankly into space.I didn't know if I should sit on his bed or not , so I stayed up.

-Look Jack...I'm sorry about earlier.I said.

He continued to play music on his guitar.He didn't blink once, it was like he was into a trance or something like that.Uncomfortable, I start to play with my hair.

-I...I won't ask question again.

The music became more angry,agressive.

-A..and If...If you want I won't talk to you again...

Still he was not answering,so I just nodded and went out of his door.

Jack Mercer point of view

I heard everything she said, but I couldn't bring myself to answer her, I was fighting the memorie back.I watched her leave my room, feeling obviously guilty for what she said. Hell, she didn't know I was going to react like that.

I didn't want her not to talk to me anymore,but I was so concentrating on the memorie, that her word came to me when she closed the door. Anyway, I was too angry at her to answer.

I sigh and put my guitar down,lying in my bed, thinking.

I'm sure she knew now what a fuck-up I am, my brothers must have talk to her, for her to come and make her excuses.I didn't want her to think I'm a fuck-up. She's the only person beside my family that talks to me, even when I don't answer, she keeps talking.

At firts it was playing on my nerves, but I got used to it. That girl could talk a lot. She didn't stop in the days she had been here, she talked and talked and talked.But my loneliness went away when she talked to me. I like listening to her, she's babbling sometimes and that's quite a sight to see.

-Yo Little Fairy! yelled Bobby. Get your arses down here! We're eating!

I hated the fucking nickname, but I like more fairy then when he said I'm guay.Sighing I got up.

Should I talk to her or not?After all, it's not her fault I'm so fucked-up.

There's my chapter two! I'll ask one of my friend to be my beta reader! She's quite good in english! So I hope you like it!