• 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 •

Chapter 11

| JACKS POV |

I stare at the sentence. Reading it over and over. The paper starts to shake a bit and I look over at my hand. It's shaking. I'm shaking. The name was scratched out but I could still make out what it said by just a few letters. I look over at the door then back at the paper I crumble it up and shove it into my hoodie pockets. I carefully make my way over to the door and slowly open it. I rush out of his room and down the stairs.

I knew you had something hidden David. I open the front door and just sprint towards the woods. Not shutting the door since I didn't care at that point. I go to the cabin and put the paper into one of the books. I look over at the records. I could use that as an excuse. I pick up the crate full of records and make my way back to the manor slowly. The grass has started to grow dead same as the trees. Everything looks dead whenever it involves us

I guess. Someone once thought I was a vampire because I was that pale. David just rarely lets us go out just in case people know what we look like. I don't think anyone knows what we look like since we're a cult. Nobody should know at least. I finally arrive at the manor and turn to the door. I look in and see David talking to Nick. I walk over and wait till they stopped talking. David slowly turns to me, "Did you keep the door open?!" He somewhat screams but tones it down at the end. I just nod.

| NICKS POV |

I look down at Jack. He doesn't even seem bothered he didn't lie. I notice the crate but look to David. "You know to not keep the door open," David says to Jack. "I know. I was in a hurry since i remembered about these" Jack lifts the crate full of records then turns to me handing them towards me. I take the crate and take this as my sign to leave so I do so. As I walk to where the stairs are the voice of David speaking eventually disappears.

I'm left with silence in the halls. Floorboards would creak every few steps but its not that bad since this place isn't fully old. I turn to my room and kick the door shut behind me. I walk over to my desk and gently set the crate down on it. I glance at the record player and move the part gently on to the record. I stood there until I heard the music start and then I rush out of the room.

| JACKS POV |

David finally stopped scolding me and once he left to the kitchen I sneaked away to upstairs. I grab the paper from my pocket while going up the steps. Thinking about what it said makes me crumble it again. I stomp up the stairs and through the halls until I reach my room. I hear the faint music from Nick's room as I get near and then pass it. He's not in there at the moment when I looked in so i move to my room. Surprisingly when shutting my door I slam it instead.

I look back at the door. Hopefully, nobody comes to check on me. I walk over to my mini desk and open a drawer, sliding the note into it then shut it. I lay my arms onto the desk and then lay my hands on my arms. I look out the window to the dark blue night sky with only a bit of stars showing. It was a full moon. I could see smoke from the fire Jimi and Jason started next to the van. My room is basically pitch black the only light coming from the window and under the door.

I pull out paper from a different drawer and decided to draw until someone came in or i was called for. I draw for a awhile its usually me drawing myself or a family member. I drew Nick this time. I decided to draw Matthew with him since they seemed to have gotten close. Once I finished I pulled out cheap crayons and drew in the blank areas. I held up the paper. Looks good.

I jump out of my chair and hop over to the door. I open my door and run to Nick's room. The door was cracked open a bit. I push my hand on the door to open it and peek inside to see if he was there. I notice Nick at his window looking outside or down at his shoes since he seemed to be in a more stress stance. I quietly walk over to him and tap his shoulder. I notice he jumped before quickly turning to face me. I backed away since he was breathing heavily like a monster was grabbing him.

He goes into a calm pose and drops his shoulders. "Yes Jack?" I look down at the drawing then up at him. "I drew this for you" I hand him the drawing and he gently takes it. He looks at the drawing and quicky turns around his breathing becoming jagged a bit. "Hey- Nick? You okay?" He hands the paper back to me and covers his face as he leans over to the wall. He pushes his head against the wall and stands there before speaking up. "Just put it on my desk for now" I nod even though he wouldn't see. I set the paper on the table and look back at him.

He seems to start crying as he puts his hand against the wall and slowly starts to fall to the floor. I lower my shoulders and head. "I'll leave you alone for now" I walk out his room and shut the door. The hallway lights seem dimmer than usual but I just proceed back to my room. Once I enter and shut the door I grab the closest thing next to me and throw it across the room. I fall to the floor and sit against the door. So much is going on.

I bury my head into my knees and pull my hood over my hat. I close my eyes shut tight and eventually force myself asleep.

| NICKS POV |

Tears fall and make everything blurry. Once the door had shut I flipped over to face my room. Everything was just red since the lamp was off. I crawl towards my desk and sit in my chair. I grab the drawing and feel a little smile come across my face. I wipe the tears away with my sleeve and hold my head back looking up to the ceiling. I breathe in deeply and out before standing up from the chair. I put the drawing on my wall and walk to my door.

I open it up and slowly walk to Jacks room. I put my ear against the door. I don't hear anything. I slowly open his door. It's pitch black as I look around the room. I take a step in and don't see him. I look down and see that he passed out on the floor. I push the door away and crouch down. I slip my hands underneath him and pick him. I carefully move over to his bed and set him down on it. I grab his blanket and put it over him before leaving his room.