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Okay, first these stories were posted once already. But I no longer have that account and would like to still have them… they are mine after all.
Having said that, these two stories are almost the same. Almost. "The World is Black" and "Depression Kills," those are the names of them. First yes they are older but I don't care. That aside, they are two version of Jack's abused past and they have two separate yet similar tellings. They are both fairly angst ridden. They're first chapters are the same.
If you like a little bit of angst and happiness too, not to mention straight couples than try Depression Kills. If you like heavy angst and don't mind yaoi then read Perfect Happiness… whoops (how that get in there?), I mean the World is Black. Or you could read them both and tell me what you like better. Whatever you end up doing at least read one of them and leave a review. It would be really nice anyway.
Oh and I also keep forgeting to thank Darklite- Spirit for all your wonderful help on beta-reading this story for me: Thankies!
So without further ado-
Depression Kills chapter 4
He awoke to the bright lights of a hospital room. The lights shined brightly in his eyes so he quickly forced them shut.
"Jack, you awake?" asked a sorrowful feminine voice.
Jack opened one eye to look at her. It was Kimiko and there was a sad look on her face.
"Jack, you awake?" she repeated.
He only made a feeble noise in reply.
"You passed out," Kimiko told him. "We took you to the hospital. The doctors say that you haven't eaten in four days and that you've lost a lot of blood."
He said nothing.
"Why?" She asked him, "Why do this, Jack, it's not like you killed someone or something. I mean you were really never that evil anyway!"
"You don't know what I've done, what's been done to me," Jack stated without any emotion at all in his voice.
"What do you mean?" Kimiko asked she desperately wanted the answer.
Just then there was a knock on the door and the other three dragons came in.
"Is he awake, yet?" Omi asked impatiently, as the three gathered by the bed.
"Yeah," Kimiko sighed, "Clay, could you turn off that light I think it's bothering his eyes."
Clay grumbled and went to turn off the light that was directly above the bed.
"Jack, you alright?" Raimudo asked curiously.
Jack opened his eyes once the light was off. "Normal." he stated, his voice was still emotionless.
"And what's normal?" Kimiko asked suspiciously.
"Normal is normal," Jack replied trying to avoid a real answer.
"That's not what I meant," Kimiko said, she wasn't about to let this go.
"It means what's usual, what's average," Jack said, still avoiding answering the question directly.
"She knows that she wants to know what you normally feel like!" Raimundo shouted, annoyed at Jack's evasion of Kimiko's question.
"You want to know what I usually feel like, you actually want to know what I actually feel most of the time!" Jack spat angrily.
"Yes!" Kimiko shouted back at him.
"Really!"
"Yes, really!" Kimiko answered.
Jack returned to his state of depression and laid there thinking on the question.
"You gonna answer her or not?" Clay asked completely irritated.
"Thinking," Jack muttered.
Then there was long period of silence.
"I feel like hell all the time, it never stops, it never ends, it feels like the world is crushing me. Or that I'm slowly sinking down to Hell. Day in, day out, the same, nothing's different, nothing changes, and the Reaper is always hovering over my head waiting for my last breath, waiting to take me to Hell," Jack told them devoid of emotion.
He looked passed Omi and out the window.
"This world is vicious and morbid, ugly and evil, corrupted and miserable, sick and twisted, destructive and depraved," He carried on raising his voice all the while, "And its painful and infected with lies." His voice broke at the last pairing and he closed his eyes he couldn't take anymore.
No one said a word. No one could think of anything to say to such a statement.
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