Adams POV, 12:00 AM.
It's midnight, neither me or jack can sleep. We are sitting in the living room, neither of us being tired. I stare at jack, a million thoughts running through my head.
"Hurt him. Hit him. Punch him. Slam his head into the wall. Beat him. Kick him. Kïll hî-"
No. I don't want to do any of these things, I just want the thoughts to stop. Why are these thoughts happening now? I love both of my brothers.. yet.. I want to hurt something. Someone. It's just an everlasting urge. Like an itch you can't reach. My head starts to hurt, both me and jack fall silent. We both ended up falling asleep in the living room, not saying another think for the rest of the god forbidden night.
I wake up the next morning to a frantic jack shaking me awake, he was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. It was clear he was trying to say something, but he couldn't get anything out. He looked terrified. What I could understand was somebody was murdered. He handed me his phone...
..Ezra was dead. Attached to the unknown message? A picture of Ezras dead body, multiple stab wounds on it.
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The Slow Decline. (AJR.)
FanfictionJack is awake and exausted, praying for sleep.. until he hears his name being screamed by his brother, Ryan. He runs out of his room, only to see something nobody would ever want to see. read along to find out what happened to Ryan, and if an ans...
