A lonely mind

Im not alone?

AN: This what I imagined Jax to look like but if that doesn't work for you guys..then you'll have to reimagine him. I think I might switch it up later💁‍♀️

What? Thats crazy. Did I hear him correctly?
"I-I-Im what? W-what did you say?" My head was spinning, and I felt as though I was going to fall over.
I just couldn't register his words. I've been alone my whole life, well aside from having my brother with me.
I haven't seen him in months, a year even. I've always allowed the fact that I would have to face my challenges of having these mind 'conditions' alone. That's just how it went.
"It's going to be ok." He sounded serious. Maybe I should trust him.
I felt as though I was being torn between two different worlds.
"You have to listen to me! You have to get out of here and come with me. They are coming for you....we have to go now!" His bold voice cut through my mind like thunder.
OH! How could I forget about them. They're probably already on their way. I panicked. "Come over here, to the alley on your left."
I did as he said, finding myself in a quiet backstreet with silent noises seemingly bouncing off the walls. "Quick, quick!"
I spun around, coming face to face with piercing blue eyes.
Finding myself caught in a trance, I tore my gaze away from his, backing up so we weren't so close. In a rush he grabbed my hand, making me gasp, causing me to back up more.
"What are you doing!" I said trying to pull my hand away from his.
"We have to get your tracker out or they'll find you in a matter of seconds." Reaching his hand into a pocket under his cape, he pulled out a small knife with a symbol of a phoenix engraved into the handle. He glanced up again looking me in the eyes.
"I'm sorry...this might sting a little," he said in quite a desperate tone.
Sucking in a breath, I tried to say something but nothing seemed to come out. So I gave him a nod, bracing myself for the pain to come.
"Okay." He blew out a breath of air, steadying the knife against the flesh of skin, just under my thumb.
I closed my eyes not wanting to watch. I kept telling myself I can handle this, I've been through much worse. As expected, he drove the cold metal tip into the calloused flesh, not giving me the chance to retract my hand. I let out a muffled cry, gritting my teeth, attempting to keep quiet and not attract any unwanted attention.
Getting in deep enough, the tip of the tracker showed through the blood and meaty flesh. As quickly as possible he tossed the knife to the side.
Glancing up at me every so often with worried looks, he tweezed his fingers into the cut and grabbed hold of the tiny silicone tracker embedded under my skin, tearing it out quickly. The pain was bad, but bearable and I tried to force the lone tear that pricked my eye back up.
Turning away from me for a split second, he tore a piece of fabric from his cape, pressing it to the wound in order to stop the bleeding.
He looked up at me again, and slowly asked, "Are you alright"? Bringing my now clothed hand to my chest, holding it tightly, my breath was uneven but I slowly began to calm down.
"I'm alright," I replied. My voice came out in shaggy gulps. I looked down at my hand.

He said suddenly, with a smile lingering on his face.
"I'm Jax...by the way." I glanced back at him.
"H-Harper." I replied quickly, as I was getting a better look at his face. Woah! A god?
He didn't look to be much older than me. I could see now his blonde hair had red streaks raking through the tips, his blue eyes were littered with bits of yellow around the irises, and a tiny splash of freckles splattered his cheeks and a little on his nose.
Realizing that I'd been staring for too long, afraid he noticed this, I turned back to my wounded hand and put a little more pressure on it, silently hoping it would ease the pain.

"Alright. Now we have to get out of here", he said, quietly throwing my tracker into the closest trash can.
"O-okay." I turned ready to follow after him when voices echoed through the walls.
"Where is she? Find her!"
Oh no! The world seemed to stop and I was frozen in place. My whole body seemed to go numb and I couldn't find the will power to turn and run.
They've found me! I'm done, they'll surely kill me now.
The voices were getting closer and closer. But I couldn't move. Fear had struck me and I was ready to give up and pretend it never happened. It's no use.
Suddenly my body was jerked backwards, causing me to almost fall onto the cold hard ground beneath me.
It was Jax. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away.
"What are you doing? Run!" Realization struck through me, as my senses finally came back.
I turned fully now and ran, dodging cans and piles of boards. His hand was still in mine as he rushed his way in front of me.
Turning my head, I looked back to see two men behind us. Both were bearing guns. Ducking my head, bullets whipped past us.
Running as fast as our legs could take us, we turned a corner. Light bore through at the end.

The market! Come on! At last we made our way out; however, we were interrupted by the chatty voices of people.
Having no choice we pushed our way through them, continuing on our way.
My legs felt like jello and my heart was about to thump its way out of my chest.
I don't know how long we'd been running, or where we were even going. I didn't want to know. The only thoughts that swarmed in my head were I'm finally going to be free. Free from the torture, the pain of constantly being shut away in that cell, and my brother I could finall-
My Brother! No! No! No! They still have him! What am I doing? They'll kill him if I run.
I stopped so suddenly I felt the ribs in my stomach lurch forward. My face was dripping in sweat and I could hardly breathe from the pain throbbing in my gut.
"Seriously!? Why are you stopping?" His voice was loud, but I shut it out as I tried to contemplate the whirlwind that stirred in my head. H-How could I forget....I'd do anything for him. He's my brother. I was determined to keep him safe, no matter what they did to me.
I turned my body, facing Jax who looked at me in panic.
His blue orbs dancing in fright, for what was about to come.
"Listen." I tried to grab the words that jumbled around in my mouth. "I-I can't leave.....they have my broth-!"
The shot echoed through the air before I could let another word slip. It was so loud, and it felt like there was drumming in my ears.
My right shoulder sheared with pain, as my eyes widened in fear. They shot me. I clutched my arm, only to find blood seathing through the wound and the salty tears began staining my face, as I tried to gulp the air with my shallow breaths.
"Holy! NO NO NO!!" Jax yelled, running to me as he barely caught me in his arms.
"It's okay, It's okay!" I felt my body lifting up off the ground, as Jax scooped me up in his arms.
I cried from the pain in my shoulder, but tried to contain the scream that wanted to force its way out. With me still in his arms, he wandered quickly away from the men, and set me down behind a large metal bin.
"I-I". I tried to let the words slip from my mouth but I only managed to choke on my own breath. I can't die. I have to save him. I have to get to my brother.
I reached my hands out desperately trying to grab something, but somehow managed to clench my fingers tightly around the soft fabric of Jax's cape.
I continued to clench my hands tighter as I couldn't seem to find my words. He turned his head to me slightly then turned back keeping an eye on the men behind us.
"Alright...listen to me. I'm going to get you out of here." He looked at me as the voices echoed from behind. "That's a promise." His cloth slipped from my hands as he turned back towards the men and he looked to have a small gun in his hand.
"Wa-it." But he was already gone.
Gunshots blasted through my ears as I attempted to move my body. However, with every gesture I made, the pain blasted my shoulder.
It felt like a thousand needles were poking through my skin, managing to hit a tender spot each time. I just couldn't get my body to move no matter how hard I tried. It was too painful.
Everything around me seemed to slow as the sound of rough movements and gunshots rattled my brain.
I blinked roughly, forcing myself to stay awake. But eventually I gave into the darkness as I felt myself slip out of consciousness.
"Harper! Harper! Harper!" I groaned, managing to get my eyes opened slightly.
"Ugh..my head."
"Harper! Thank god you're alright." The voice was almost echoing from how hard my head was spinning. Squinting my eyes, I tried to focus, as the blur I saw finally showed what looked to be a young boy. His face was close to mine, with his expression only showing worry. Realization hit me like a brick.
"Jer?" I can't believe it. How is my brother in front of me right now? He was at the federal building. He was being held captive. How is this possible? I almost gasped, when he spoke up.
"It's okay Harper." His voice was laced with gentleness as he slowly reached out to me. I couldn't help but whimper as the tears in my eyes came to life. I didn't care about the pain anymore. I flung my body forward, pulling him into my arms, not wanting to let go. He wrapped his arms around my neck, as he sniffled away his silent tears against me.
"I-I can't believe it's you." I emerged from the hug, getting a better look at him. Using my sleeve, I wiped the remaining tears pouring down my face.
Glancing away from him, I finally noticed my surroundings. We were in what looked to be a small, cozy cabin. Turning back to my brother, I asked dumbfounded,
"Jer...where are we?" Just as he was going to answer a voice, a voice cut him off from the doorway.
"You're at our camp." Jax stood in the doorway. His eyes boring into my own, a small smile pricked his face.
"Our very own safe haven."