The Last City

Chapter 5: Jax's P.O.V.

I go inside to find my older brother, Abel, asleep on the couch. He always falls asleep on the couch; it's as if he doesn't even have a bed. His laptop is open and the screen has just started to dim, so he must not have been asleep for long.

I make my way upstairs, but it is difficult because every time I take a step pain shoots up my leg. When I get to the top of the stairs I go down the hall and into my room. I get a duffle bag and pack my laptop, the charger, and a flashlight. Then go back downstairs into the kitchen, and I pack water, canned food, and a few boxes of snack bars.

I hear Abel wake up and put the duffle bag in the cabinet under the sink hurriedly.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"I was just about to-"
"Where were you all day? I looked for you everywhere." I could see the hurt in his eyes through the dark.
"I'm sorry, I-I'm not sure what happened." I knew I couldn't tell him what happened, but I was a terrible liar. I turned on the light.
"Were you getting into trouble again? Why can't you just tell me? It's not like I'm going to be mad." I knew he wouldn't get mad, but I also knew telling him would put him in danger.
He never got mad at me, and I appreciated it; he always listened to what I had to say. I looked down at my shoes.
"I know you wouldn't be mad." I mumbled, my voice barely audible.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I wanted to tell him; we had been through so much together, and he didn't deserve the secrecy.
"I'm going to be gone for a while, and I don't know when or if I'll be back." I said, I could feel the tears coming. We were so close and this was killing me.
He didn't say anything. Instead he pulled me into a hug.
"I'm going to miss you. I love you." he said.
"I love you too." I said.
I grabbed the duffle bag from the cabinet and gave him one more hug. I opened the door and stepped outside. By now the tears were running down my face.

I remembered when my brother was sixteen and I was twelve; we had to live on our own because our parents had left. We didn't know where they went, and we didn't have time to wonder. We had to get jobs and keep up with school at the same time. I was remembering all the things we had done, and before I knew it I was once again at the wall I was all too familiar with. I wiped my tears and looked back at the city I called home one last time before climbing back over the wall.
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Hi! I just want to know if I should keep doing Jax's P.O.V. once in a while. I was pretty excited about this but didn't know if I should. Please comment and let me know what you think.
Thank you,
-Grace