Haha. The ending was just a slap, huh? XD! Short chappeh 'cause I needed to studeh for Math. X3!

12 – Attention

Jeff keeps on rewatching the tape, over and over again.

Then he shows the Doctor, repeating and repeating it, until the Doctor's hand is on Jeff's shoulder, 'calm down, Jeffery."

"How can I calm down?! My brother is hurting himself and he doesn't even know it! He tore off his own face! He's smoking in his sleep! What next?! I mean, I just don't understand it!"

"Sleepwalking. You remember the epidemic in which some people would feel vengeful and hateful and start sleepwalking then killing the ones they hate the most? Who Matt hates the most is himself and he doesn't know that part of his brain just watches to permanently kill himself." The Doctor explains and Jeff's eyes widen.

"K-Kill himself!?" Jeff repeats, 'but…how can we stop this?"

The Doctor stares down at the floor, 'we can give him medicine for it to make him sleep better and I highly suggest that you talk to Matt about his dreams, what's he dreaming of to be exact? Does it have anything to do with Death? We need to probe deeper into Matt's mind and make him love himself…or else."

"You really think he might die because of this?" Jeff asks, his voice soft, his eyes watering with unshed tears. "…it's unfair. Matt, he doesn't deserve this. He's just a child. He's never really started his own life, he's just going through so much pain…and…and I don't know what to do! I'm just being this brat to everyone, I don't know anything and I don't…but Matt…Matt knows all types of darkness! It's unfair! It's unfair to him! Why?!"

Jeff turns around, spinning, and walking towards Matt's room, to see that Matt's asleep and his heart's beating and…and…

Everything's spinning nothing's stopping he can't breathe he can't see he can't really think…

Jeff sits down, holding his head in his hands as he hears the sound of a person grunting, looking up to see his father.

"I heard about your breakout back there…"

Jeff nods his head, running his hand through colorful hair, gripping the blue and purple locks, trying to think and trying to feel as if his head's not going to explode in this very second.

"Dad. It's unfair."

His father just stares at him and allows him to continue.

"I'd cry. I'd cry…I'd cry if it'll make it all better."

Jeff just stares at Matt's face, no peace is at his face, and Jeff had cuffed Matt's wrists with a thick tape hours before just in case he does fall asleep. Jeff twists a lock of his hair around his finger, 'It's unfair to him! He's just a child…things happened when that shape shifter took over your body…when Mom died…everything just—changed."

"Like how?" Gilbert asks, sitting down besides Jeff on the plastic chair, holding onto Jeff's hand.

"That shape shifter…he was smart, he twisted Matt's thoughts, you know? He made him feel so worthless, so scared, so abused and he hurt him so bad… I couldn't see it. To me, I thought it was normal. I thought we were a normal family… I thought he was just that older overprotective brother that just liked seeing me miserable…I wished it was that way! Seeing him…so hurt…you know how much it hurts just to sit down here and watching Matt this hurt?"

Jeff shakes his head.

"What happened, Jeff?"

Jeff just looks from Matt to his father, 'well, he was raped. He was raped, Dad. He was only 12. I just can't believe it…"

Shock plasters on the father's face, '12? What kind of sick person…" his curse falls on deaf ears.

Jeff nods his head in agreement, 'and he thought he was being raped by his own father. And that built up all the way until he was 16 and I…I couldn't see it at all…I just thought—I didn't know—I'm so stupid…"

Jeff's eyes water and he holds his head in his face, sobbing uncontrollably. "What am I going to do? What are we going to do? I can't sit here and watch him rot in his own personal prison and I…"

Jeff looks up at Gilbert, sniffing.

"I love him."

Gilbert nods his head, holding onto Jeff's shoulder, 'I know."

"No, I mean I actually love him…I'm…" Jeff bites down his quivering lower lip, 'I'm in love with him."

Chris and Amelia are staring at each other, both of the relative's eyes onto the road as they walk.

They'd been walking for a while.

They can't go back to the hospital since the Hardy's are trying to work something out and Chris stops by a bridal shop, his eyes running up and down a dress…

Adam.

Chris bites down his lower lip, Amelia notices and holds onto his shoulder, 'Chris?"

"I miss him so damn much," Chris simply says before turning around to face Amelia, 'I've never been so far away from him…I don't know where he is…he doesn't know where I am…I'm lost without him. You know how much I love him, Amelia. You know that he's my heart and soul and now…I just can't see anything without him. Everything's so dull and…"

Chris looks down at his hand, a sterling diamond ring glints.

"Amelia?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm engaged to him."

Amelia's eyes widen, 'but your parents…"

"They don't want me to marry Adam! I don't wear this around him! I-I want to keep the tradition, of marrying a female but I can't. I love Adam so you can guess the rest of the story; I want to elope with him, Amelia."

Amelia's eyes widen, 'elope? Chris, are you crazy?"

Chris nods his head, 'Amelia…sorry, I just miss him so much…you know that I'll never be able to love anyone before him…you know that if he dies, I'll probably shoot himself…because I'm that punk kid that used to wear black and try to cut all of his hands but he's too worthless and passes out…"

"Chris!" Amelia's eyes widen even more. She'd never heard Chris say that. "Chris, talk to me."

Chris just shakes his head and walks off, leaving Amelia confused as Chris's silhouette disappears into the crowd.

Slap.

Jeff holds onto his cheek and tears spew out of his eyes, he's already so sensitive, so vulnerable…

"Dad."

"See?! I always end up hurting the people I love!"

They both stare back at Matt who stands up, slipping out of the wires, 'see?! I always hurt everyone! I can't do anything right!"

"Matt…"

"Don't say anything, Jeffro."

"Matt!"

But Matt's walking out the door, not looking back, Jeff stands there. Confused. Scared. Alone. Frightened.

Jeff stares at his father once before moving away.

"Thanks, Dad. You got what you wanted. We're broken up. Again."