Author's note: So I was thinking of quitting this story. I thought no one really liked it, but bbballgirl22 and a couple others pushed me (even though they don't really know it, they did) to write more. So this chapter is dedicated to all that have helped me and liked this story! :) Thank you so much! It means a lot!

Chapter Six- Too Much To Handle

(Nick's POV)

I sat in the front row bench in a church. The whole room was full of sadness. I glanced to the right of me and saw Kevin. He was crying. We all were wearing black tuxes, black dresses, or some kind of a black or dark texture of clothing.

"We would like to honor Joseph Adam Jonas for how brave he was. He fought in a rough patch, but had lost. He is in a better place where he can now never suffer," A priest had said by an open casket that was on the stage in front of where I sat. Kevin stood up, so I followed him and stood up as well. Kevin walked over to the casket and I did the same behind him. Tears immediately fell down my cheeks as I saw Joe's body, pale and still, in the casket. He looked so peaceful, unharmed. He was wearing a black tux too. His arms were crisscrossed over his chest. Kevin bent down towards Joe and gently put his hand on Joe's.

Kevin whispered something I couldn't hear until his voice cracked when he said, "I love you, Joey…I'm sorry…I wasn't the older brother I was supposed to be…I'm so sorry…" He moved over and strongly hugged my mother and father, all sobbing together. It was my turn to stand in front of Joe's dead body.

"Joe…" I cried softly while touching his hand. His skin was cold and soft. I couldn't take this anymore and I felt weak. I felt sick. My face hit the ground as I became unconscious.

"Nick? Nicholas? Nick…" I heard coming from around me.

"Nicholas, baby, wake up. You're having a nightmare," my mom gently shook me awake. I jerked up and grabbed onto my mom. The image of Joe's dead body stayed into my mind and wouldn't leave. I started to weep.

"Joe…he died…!" I stuttered through sobs.

"Shh, Sweetie, it's alright…" she tried comforting me. It wasn't working. I knew my dream meant something. The house phone started ringing. I started crying harder thinking that that one phone call was someone trying to tell us Joe was gone from this planet we call Earth. My mom left me on the bedside to pick up the line of the phone, maybe even the news of my own brother's line of his life. I took a pillow off the bed and hugged it in my arms tightly. My mother came back to my side and took my hand in hers.

"We need to go help get Joe back," she told me, helping me on my feet. We walked quickly into one of the police cars and were escorted all the way down the road, the pillow still in my arms the whole way. I imagined the pillow to be my brother, Joe, so I would be with him and know that he is ok.

We came to a stop. I looked out the window to find the sky gloomy and stormy. There was not one cloud that was white and fluffy. They were all gray and wispy. The police opened my side of the door and helped me out, then my mom behind me. The surrounding frightened me as I walked up to a couple of police cars holding my mother's hand. We were a couple yards away from an old shack. I couldn't see all the detail of the shack from where I stood. I had chills running up and down my whole body. I had a pretty good feeling Joe and Katie were inside that shack. A couple of police came up to talk to my mom which left me out of the conversation completely. I saw Kevin alone leaning on a police car close by.

"Scared?" I asked him while walking up towards him. He nodded. "Yeah…I am too," I admitted. I looked back at all the commotion and began to get teary-eyed. He pulled me into him tightly and I started to sob. He slightly pulled away once we heard a popping sound. I started running, for that was what I was told to do when a gunshot was close by. I could hear Kevin yelling my name behind me to come back. I didn't dare to look back until I heard Joe's scream. A middle-aged man, around his early 40's, with a slightly prickly brown beard that matched his ruffled brown hair was holding up Joe tightly by grabbing tightly onto his shirt. He was holding a gun to Joe's head. Police started surrounding. I began to come closer.

"Stay back!" I head Kevin shout behind me trying to grab my arm. I didn't listen. I started running as fast as I could towards Joe. The man saw me and pointed the gun towards my direction. That's when I froze. No matter how much I wanted to run, my legs wouldn't budge. Boom! I closed my eyes and winced as I heard the gun shoot the bullet my way. I opened my eyes to see Joe lying in from of me with his hand on his shoulder, blood gushing out to the floor. Joe had saved my life when I was supposed to be saving his. He had just saved me from a bullet. Police began to bombard. Many took down the kidnapper, many began to put Joe into a stretcher, and many began to barge into the mini house to save Katie. Everything was going by so fast, I didn't even have time to think or even feel any emotion. I was emotionless, but not for long.