A/N: Thanks for the reviews and keep 'em coming! And I'm sorry but I don't know if I can promise that this won't turn into a lit story, but if you all can give me your ideas of things that could happen then I'd be open to it being more of a Luke/Jess fanfic! Okay, now on with the story.
"Please, please stop!" Shrieked Jess from the top of his lungs. "It hurts so much I- I can't take it anymore." Jess was dreaming of the same thing he did every night. The beatings. The mistreatment. That horrible and evil laughter that seemed to creep into the back of his mind wherever he went.
He woke up covered in sweat. This was ironic since it was pretty cold outside. He was used to the dreams now, but he wondered if they would ever stop. Just for one night he desperately wished he could have a good sleep with no bad thoughts.
When he was younger Jess used to wonder why people were like they were. How could humans be so cruel to other things? There have been people in his life that had made him feel less than what he was. He wasn't good enough to be a human. Jess Marino was a type of… animal. No, worse than that. He has had people tell him he shouldn't have been born.
Finally, Jess got to expect this cruelty from people. He didn't expect anything good from anyone and didn't offer it in return.
"Hey, look at the little boy all alone in the street!" Jess heard a man yell. The man looked to be about 19 or 20 and, without a question high.
He was with his friends and they were all staring at him. "Where are your parents?" One guy asked. "Did they not want you anymore?" Jess knew these were just homeless people that didn't mean a thing. And yet, that didn't stop it from hurting as much as it did.
The three guys walked up to him and cornered him. The one guy that has been silent this whole time and letting his friends do the talking walked closer. "Look at this kid." He said, with a smirk to his friends and then grabbed jess by the top of his shirt. "He's covered in dirt." He said. Way to state the obvious. Jess thought to himself. "This thing I'm holding in my hand…" the wasted guy said "Is a piece of shit. He'll never be worth anything." Again, way to state the obvious Jess thought to himself.
With that they started to come closer. One held him against the side of a brick building and checked his pockets for money. They took the few precious dollars he had left that he had stole from the man that he had been living with. The other man shoved Jess's back harder against the wall which, in the days to come would leave a huge black and blue bruise. Jess winced.
"Leave me alone." He said simply, trying not to show the pain. He knew if he kicked it would only get them angrier, so he took it.
They each got a few more hits and slaps in and started mumbling to each other. These scumbags don't even see what they're doing. Jess thought.
Finally, they backed away just as quickly as they had come. Jess glared at them and shook his head. With that, he walked away with his whole body throbbing.
I don't want this life.
"Why am I here?" Jess screamed when he thought no one was around. Then he crouched down against another wall and began to cry.
This only made him feel worse. He hated to feel helpless. He didn't want to be weak. After a minute or two he was done and ready to start walking again. To where? He had no idea. The guys had taken the few things he had managed to bring with him.
Jess walked aimlessly for a while. Then he sat down. A dog that looked to be less than a year old stumbled up next to him. At first Jess tried to shoo him away. After a while he decided he might actually want some company, even if it was a little mutt dog. The dog was clearly a stray.
He started to get up again and walk some more. To his surprise the dog followed. It annoyed him at first. He considered kicking it, but realized the dog wasn't like all the humans that had no heart. He had no reason to be kicked, and after a while of walking he really enjoyed that stray dog's company.
Then Jess stopped next to a gutter and looked down. There was a twenty dollar bill about to fall in, but to his surprise he grabbed it before it did.
"This is the first decent thing that has happened to me… almost ever." Jess mumbled to himself, and for just a quick second didn't feel so bad.
For that second he forgot about all the scars scattered across his body. He forgot his parents ditched him and he had no friends no one that cared about him, nothing. He forgot about all of that and for just that quick second he almost felt okay.
A/N: Yep, kinda Intense! I know it's still short, but I'm not good with long. Please review if you read it!