"Jack's Bitter Sweet Memory"

Quickie!!!This is mostly about Jack's past life.So don't worry I'll get back to the current event real soon.This is basically what happened to Jack when he was younger.I wanted you guys to know what happened to him because that's what's going to help get the story more interesting: )

Jack was in a very strange and odd place.He couldn't control his body and he knew that.He's tried for hours but the demon just wouldn't let him,so he began remembering about what happened to him when he was younger.The horriable memory that kept him up at night...the memory of seeing his father die.

Mental Home- 6 year old Jack

Jack sat in his father's old chair playing with his G.I. Joe action figures,smelling the freshly scented air.He was in another world in his mind.Jack was a very creative child when he was younger.He also began playing guitar at that age,too so now his creativity ran wild.Jackie was staying with his father at the mental home for the day.He loved his father soo much that if they were living out in the street,in the winter cold,it wouldn't matter because he has his father to love him.On the other hand,Jack hated his mother.She abused him physically and sexually,he didn't know why she treated him soo horriable.She would come home pissed off and take it out on him.When she comes home,high,in a nice attitued (which was rarely) she wanted something from Jack.To sum it up,she a miserable and horriable mother.She worked as a nurse and she was a full time druggie.Jack was surprised she didn't get fired because of all the times she came to work high or intoxicated.As far as Jack knew he lost his virginity at the age of five.So he avoided people,Jack practicully stayed by himself most the time,he never had any friends and he never went outside to play.He watched through his window seeing kids having fun and living their happy childhood lives.He wish he could have lived a happy childhood but he didn't.After a while he got use to being hurt all the time.Jack's father walked in and handed Jackie a thick envelope.

"Jackie,I want you to hold onto that...I don't want you to open it until you get older" Jack's father smiled at Jackie and held him in his fatherly arms.

"Why daddy" Jack's voice began clearing up,he didn't have much of a baby voice anymore.

"Well...you'll know when you get older..."Jack and his father stared at each other before Jack's father began crying.

"Daddy why are you crying?" Jack touched his father's cheek.

"I don't wanna hurt you Jackie when I do this.I love you,but I have to..." he put his son down on the chair and kneeled down.

"What do you have to do daddy?" Jack was confused.He didn't know why his father was crying.

"...Oh,God...Jackie I have to do this,I can't keep crying over mommy.I can't be sad and miserable all my life"

"Why do you cry over mommy?She made you cry?" Jack held his father's hands.

"Yes,she makes me cry all the time.Not only on the outside but on the inside...everyday.Jackie I don't want you to go through what I'm going through.Mom's hurt me by doing drugs and having other boyfriends.I loved her but I couldn't handle having other men that's not daddy calling the house.Mommy, she would leave the house before I would come home from work,and she'd leave you all alone.I didn't know why she broke my heart-our hearts,I would never do that to her.That's why I want you to meet a beautiful girl,one that will love you for who you are,just like how me and mommy use to be.When I leave-"

"Your leaving daddy?!" Jack yelled.That sparked Jack's interest into what his father was really saying.

"Yes...I'm leaving you Jackie,only for a short while...just for now,son" Jack's father's tears fell down his face like it was a rainstorm.Jack began crying,too.

"You don't have to leave daddy...you have me.You don't need mommy.She hurts me,too" Jack held his father's head as he cried,"Mommy's a bad lady" Jack's father pulled his head away slowly and stared at Jack.

"Do you remember what day you was born?" he wipped the tears off his face and stared at Jack with a smirk.

"Yes" Jack smiled.

"When were you born?"

"March 15,1982 on a Sunday night at 12:00 AM" Jack smiled and showed his teeth.

"Your a smart boy,Jackie" He said smiling,"Well,when you turn 24,I want you to open the letter I have here for you.Open it at 12:00 PM and I want you to remember your daddy"

"When I turn 24?That's a long way daddy" Jack's father got up and sat on the chair and put Jackie on his lap.

"I know,my father gave me letter like this when I was 12.He knew he was gonna go so he gave this,it's something really special just for you to know" He wipped the tears off Jack's face and gave a warm smile at Jack.

"You are my son...I love you and I will see you again" He got up and sat Jack on the chair.Jack sat there in wonder for a couple of minutes until his father came out the room holding something black in his hand.

"Daddy,why do you love me?" Jack had tears coming down his face.

"...I love you because your apart of me.You are me,Jackie" He held the gun up to his head and held the trigger before pressing it.

"My G.I Joe doll has that!Daddy I don't think you should do that,I've seen what those things do to people..."

"I know son,but I need to end this pain.Remember this...the women of your dreams may not have fell from the tree of beauty,but she could be the daisy from the ground...I love you Jackie"

"No daddy!Don't do it!" Jack yelled and he ran and hugged his father as he cried,begging for him not to pull the trigger.

"I love you Jackie!You know that...but I have to do it.You'll make it out of this world full of hell...and we'll be together,forever with God" Just like that,he pulled the trigger and fell to the ground.It was like the entire world stopped for that moment.Blood gusted all over the walls and on Jack.He stood there,his little fragile body staring at his father.Jack was silent as he reflected on what he just saw.Jack layed on the ground next to his dead father.He pulled his father's dead arm and wrapped it around him as he snuggled by his father's side.Jack fell asleep next to his father leaving his G.I Joe dolls and the t.v,not caring about the objects and only remembering the love he felt when his father was alive.

Author's Note to wonderful people!"

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