Here you go Chap 7.

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Chapter 7: No Choice

Angel gave his older brother a confused look. He couldn't figure out what Bobby meant by "Jack hating him." 'Did Bobby have anything to do with Jack's condition?' Angel thought. "What do you mean, About Jack hating you?"

"It's nothing." He walked to the opposite wall from Jack's room.

"Come on man, tell me what you meant by that. If it has anything to do with Jack, I have a right to know. He's my brother too. You can't just hide his problems, like you always do."

Bobby faced Angel. "You don't have a god damn fucking right to know! You called him trash, the left him! If you'd cared enough for him, feel his pain, you would have stayed and not left him like you did! I think it's pretty fucked up now that you care for him! Does he have to almost die before you have any feeling for him?"

"No. I've always cared for him."

"really? It sure as hell doesn't show! If you cared why did you leave him all alone? Why not just suck it up and do something to entertain yourself? You could have helped him with his exercise, hell you could have played a board game with him!"

Angel didn't answer. He looked away from his brother. Bobby was right, he could have just sucked it up, but no. Angel had to do things his way, the kiddy way. He always took the easy way out. He hated himself for it now.

"You don't have an answer do you?" Still no answer from Angel. "I thought so." With that Bobby walked away, for more than one reason. Part of it was because of Angel and the biggest part was Jack. He feared being near him. At the same time he longed to be near him. To hold his hand like he did before.

"Bobby! Bobby come back here! Our little brother needs his family." Angel yelled after him.

Bobby just gave him the bird.

"You asshole!" Angel walked into Jack's room. He took a seat opposite of his fiancé. He shook his head. "Bobby, Bobby."

"What was that all about?" Sofi asked. He face was red from crying.

Angel shrugged. "I don't know. All I wanted to know why he said that Jack would hate him. I'm wondering if he did this to Jack. I know it sounds wrong but what's there to think."

"Maybe Jack did this himself, because of what Bobby might have said to him." Sofi used her brains.

"Bobby wouldn't do anything like that. If what I just said id true then Bobby could have physically done this to him." Angel looked at Jack's pale face. "Jack, I'm sorry that this happened to you. I feel guilty now for calling you retarded and trash. I didn't mean it. I was being childish. I've should have handled things more maturely. Jack you need to stay with us. I don't want to lose you like mom."

Bobby paced back and forth in the lobby down stairs, just thinking. How could Jack react when he wakes? Would he hate that he was saved or happy? Would he try to kill himself again or not? How would his other brothers react once they found out that he was in love with his younger brother? Would they beat him, call the police, send him to the nut house, or take Jack away from him? All these questions flooded his mind. He needed to prepare himself for the worst.

Dr. Mult walked up to Bobby. He tapped him on the shoulder. Bobby turned around.

"Mr. Mercer, how are you holding up?"

"Good, I guess."

"Are you aware of Jack's past medical history?"

"Very little why?" Bobby was confused. Why did the doctor ask him about Jack's past visits?

"I see. Well this isn't his first time he tired to commit suicide. This is his sixth attempt. He's not mentally stable. He could be a danger to you or himself. Here is a suggestion of what I want to do for him. I want to send him to the Detroit institution." Bobby gave him a look that read 'what-the-hell-are-you-thinking'. "Wait before you say anything, hear me out. They will help him through what ever he is feeling and or dealing with, also get his mind frame to normal. They will take special care of him. It's the best thing we can do for him now."

"the best thing for him!" Bobby yelled. He couldn't believe that the doctor wanted to put him in the nut house. He knew it would make Jack worse than he is. "He needs his family right now, not some fucking strangers who lock him up for hours on end!"

"I know that he needs his family, but if you don't wont him to try to kill himself again you have to send him. This place will heal him from the inside out." The Doc said calmly.

Bobby opened his mouth to protest, but her knew the Doctor was right. He wanted his brother to get better, but he also didn't want him so far away. He knew for sure that jack would hate him for all eternity for even agreeing with sending him to an institution. Bobby Sighed. "Alright."

"I'll contact them now."

The Next Day

Bobby got up from his chair, in the waiting room, and walked to Jack's room. He stopped at the window and looked in. Jack was all alone. Angel and Sofi left the night and would be back later that night. He looked like he did when Bobby found him in his own blood. A young scared boy. His face read all. The smirk tried to hide it but Bobby could see right through it. Why did Jack always look so scared? He had people who want to protect him.

Bobby summed enough courage to walk into his baby brother's room. He took a seat next to the bed. He rubbed Jack's hand with his thumb. Bobby really hated to see his brother like that. In a bed with tubes up his nose and needles in his arms. It was sickening to see someone you loved laying there with all that hooked up in them. It broke Bobby's heart.

How was Bobby going to handle the situation with Jack when he awakes? He had no idea of how to start or even if he wanted to. He hated himself for even saying anything to Jack that resembles his sex life. He should have admired him from afar like he always done, but that pained him too. Those years of watching him grow more handsome, acted in him. He wanted to be with him but he knew he couldn't. That ached his heart.

He tired dating other people to take his mind off of Jack, but he just flooded back to his mind. Like a bad habit you can't stop. He even went far as going to a physiatrist. That helped for a while, then it hit him all at once. That's why he left. To get away so everything wouldn't remind him of Jack. That too was short lived. Two years after he left he got a call that changed his life. Evelyn's death. He had to see Jack again.

Don't get him wrong. He was glade to see his family again. It just pained to be near someone you tried to forget. He hid his emotions from everyone. When he was alone with Jack, Bobby thought of his Mother to get Jack off his mind, when Jack got shot, he felt a loose of not saying how he truly felt for him.

Bobby got up and took off from the room. He felt sick.

One Hour Later

Jack slowly came two. He looked around to see where he was. White walls every where. It was a hospital. He was saved once again. Why does people kept saving him? He doesn't want to live any more. So much pain and suffering consumed his life, he doesn't want to feel it. Again and again his attempts failed.

Jack once again ripped the I.V.s out of his arms. He held up his hands. His wrists were bandaged in white cloth, little spots of blood shown through. Jack looked up as the door opens up. Bobby walked in.

Bobby rushed over to his baby brother. Bobby went to hug him, but Jack shied away from him. Bobby pulled away confused.

"Did you save me?" Jack asked his older brother with venom in his tone.

"I couldn't stand to lose you. What ever's going on with you, we can get you help. You didn't have to slit your wrists."

"I don't want help. No help is going to change these nightmares I have. Nothing goin' to change what happened to me." Jack now looked at Bobby.

"Yes it will. It helped me deal with my birth mom's death. It only came back when mom died and I almost lost you."

"What works for one person doesn't always work for another. Even if I did get help that wouldn't change the fact that you're in love with me. It's not like I can forget that."

"Jack I can get-." Jack held up his hand to stop Bobby.

"I don't want to hear your God damn excuses."

Just then the door opened up and Dr. Mult walked in. he went up to Jack's bed. "Good to see that you're up again, Jack. As you may know your brother here saved you. You have fifty stitches in each arm." He took a second to let Jack soak up the information. "This isn't the first suicide attempt, it's your sixth. This isn't good, Jack, you're not mentally stable. You are a danger to yourself and other around you. I want to put you in the Detroit Institution."

"What!?" Jack shot up from his laying position. "An institution!"

"It's for your own good."

Jack looked to his brother. "No. Don't let them take me. Bobby. I can't stay there. I'll go insane."

"There's nothing I can do, sorry."

"Please, Bobby!" tears swelled in his eyes. "Bobby I don't want to go!"

The door opened up. Angel, Sofi, and Jerry walked in. they had a confused look plastered onto their faces. Jack was crying, Bobby looked deeply saddened, and the Doctor looked a shamed.

"What's going on? Why is Jack crying?" Jerry asked.

"Don't let them take me to the nut house! I can't go there. Please. Please don't let them take me." Jack begged the other two brothers.

Angel and Jerry looked at Bobby for an answer. They would always look to him for answers, if it had to deal with family issues. Every time he was right on the money. Things got done or things got better. Bobby looked at them. In his eyes read all, they said 'He has to go.'

"Sorry, Jackie poo. It's for the best." Angel said.

Jack looked around at all of them again. He looked down at the bed, tears falling down his cheeks and onto the white sheets. He felt so alone. The whole world was against him. No one could or would help him. It was like he was a rabid animal. No one was going to help it, it was sick. No one would think twice about it either. The world wanted the strong to live and the weak die. In Jack's case, tease him. Make things bad till he died. He wanted to be strong. Not tossed around for fun. He hated being so weak, but everyone made him that way. The strong preying on the weak. Never stopping till they are all dead.

Doctors, nurses, and security guys went into Jack's room. They wanted to give him a sedative for the long drive. Two young female nurses helped jack to his feet. Dr. Mult walked up to him with a needle in hand. One of the nurses pulled Jack's sleeve up and held his arm steady. Once the Doc was a foot way, Jack broke free from the nurse's grip. He pulled out a sharp piece of glass from under his bed.

He brought it across Dr. Mult's cheek. The Doctor dropped his hot, to hold onto his bleeding face. Jack also stabbed one of the nurses in the leg as she tired to get a hold of him.

There was no way in hell was Jack going to let them take him with out a fight. For once in his life he wanted to feel like he the power. He felt so strong, yet not satisfied. It's not the power he wanted. It didn't feel right. He was putting himself deeper into trouble. He would have to stay longer in the institution for what he just done. And he didn't want it.

Three big Security guys tackled him to the floor. A big black guy fought Jack for the glass. A minute later the man got it and tosses it aside. Another man straddled Jack to keep him on the floor while another Doctor gave Jack another shot. Right before the needle touched Jack's skin, he bit the guy on top of him, to the point blood entered his mouth.

"Go get a fucking straightjacket and a mask now!" Someone yelled.

A Doctor stabbed Jack with the needle, then injected the liquid into the body. It didn't work right away. Jack still fought to get away from then, but the guy with the bleeding arm held him tight.

A few minutes later a nurse came back with the jacket and the mask. The big black man placed the mask over Jack's face. The good nurse strapped it together. The man holding Jack down, lifted him while the other two Security guys put and strapped the straightjacket on.

Jack looked like Hannibal Lecter in 'Silence of the Lambs'. The mask was a coppery gold color. A hole with three sliver poles in it, over the mouth. The whole mask covered the bridge of his nose, cheeks, and his jaw area. The jacket was white with brown leather belts. He felt like a cannibal, with all that stuff on him. He hated it.

A security guy wheeled Jack out of his room and into the hallway. Jack's family was shocked to see their brother look like a psychopath. They didn't get a good chance to really react at what they saw because they quickly wheeled him away. Before anyone knew it they where outside. A van awaited them there.

This might sound weird but all that Jack is feeling is how i felt at the time i was this. everything that jack was feeling in chap 1 - 7 is all that i was feeling. I'm feeling better now that i got what i was feeling off my chest. Please tell me if i should make more than 11 chaps to this story and if i should make a supernatural story. if you haven't seen the show got to and type in Supernatural Ep 1, so you know what it is about.