The Assassins Kill

Chapter 28- Time.

Reach- Eternal Eclipse
Kingdom Hall- Pleq
Married Life- Michael Giacchino

!!Gore warning!!
(Also super sad and depressing warning😁)

*Julian's pov*

I pound on the door, shaking the walls. "Jax! Please, I need you." I whimper, hitting the door one more time before sliding down the wall and sitting like a child who's just had a tantrum. My hand aches from knocking so hard and for so long, I just need him.

My suit is dusty and crinkled, my hair falling on my forehead, and my eyes wet. After finding out about Jade, I walked all the way to Jaxs house. It's about 5 A.M. and December 25th, but the last thing I feel is Christmas spirit. I have so many thoughts running through my mind that all I need is Jax to help me sort through them and make me feel better.

I adjust on the floor, sitting criss-cross applesauce. Something pokes my thigh and I jump, reaching under the Nyan-Cat welcome-mat and finding a spare key. I jump up and messily unlock the door, maybe he's just asleep, or depressed; maybe we both need to be cheered up.

The door creaks open, and I slowly walk in. The sun's just now rising, and the apartments still pretty dark. Everything's clean, nothing out of place. His TV remotes are lined up on the white coffee table, neon green pillows fluffed and placed on the couch, chairs pushed into the small dining table and curtains shut. I walk around, rubbing the remaining tears from my cheeks.

I turn the corner and immediately smell something rotten. Feeling my anxiety creep back in, I keep walking until I reach the bathroom, the smell growing worse and worse.

The black space-themed door waits in front of me, almost daring me to turn the doorknob. I twist it, trying to keep down all the chocolate we ate tonight and ignore my screaming gut.

When the door cracks open about an inch, I freeze. The most rancid smell filling my nostrils and making the chocolate even more eager to say hi.

I push it all the way open, squeezing my eyes together. I hear a light knock, the sound of the wood hitting the wall.

Slowly opening my eyes, a gag escapes my mouth.

I see Jax lying on the ground; purple gashes along his pale skin, throw-up smearing along the tub, dark circles underneath his eyes, throat red and swelled, and tufts of hair floating in the cloudy bathwater.

I freeze, wondering if I'm having a nightmare, or if this is some cruel prank. After God knows how long of staring and pinching myself; I sniffle, and slowly walk closer to him. Crouching down, I hold his hand and try to find his pulse on his inner wrist. After around 3 minutes I start feeling my breathing speed. I give up and throw my fingers up to his neck, feeling for a pulse there. Not having any luck, I begin doing compressions along his chest, praying to God that he will save my brother.

"Jax. Jax please, please don't go. Just hang on." A sob escapes my lips as I pump into his chest, hearing cracking. "You're gonna be okay buddy, please stay. I need you right now." I grab his chin and shake it, hoping it will miraculously jolt him awake and he can explain why he's laying here.

Suddenly I hear a cough, and my eyes bolt towards his face. White liquid with streaks of blood drip down from his mouth and his head falls to the side, mouth now hanging open.

I begin hyperventilating, continuing to press his chest repeatedly. "Come on, come on, come on, COME. ON!" I scream, using all my weight to push down, hearing a series of cracks underneath my hands. Tears flood out of my eyes and in a last attempt, I do one last set of compressions.