It had been a week since Ryan died, Adam and Jack wernt doing so good.
TW: Suicidal thoughts, panic attack.
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Adams POV, ????.
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I've lost all sense of time and feeling, it's like I'm numb. I can't tell what is what anymore, not now, not ever. Ryan's gone. To make it worse? Our mother passed away of old age yesterday. Three people gone in the past month.. I can't take this anymore. I want to be gone. I want to die, to be pulled out of this miserable shit hole I was pushed into.. it seems like jack thinks the same. He's currently spaced out on the couch.
A description? Not good..
He's pale, like a ghost. He hasn't eaten much, he looks malnourished and starved. He's been exercising a shit ton to get his mind off it all, so he wasn't doing himself much good. At least he still make small jokes, I havnt lost him completely.. though it seems like it.
Jacks POV, ????.
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I snap back into reality, my thoughts being intruded by silence. I look around and rub my eyes, yet.. everything looks wrong. Adam, who was looking at me with a concerning look, looked twisted and trippy. Everything did. One thought ran through my head as my breathing quickened.
"You couldn't save him."
Adam slowly notices me panicking, he rushes over to me and carfully pulls me into a safe feeling hug. I began to sob in his arms, still hyperventilating.
"You couldn't save him." My thoughts exclaim, making me sob more. I couldn't save him.
The panicking eventually stops, my hands have fistfuls of hair in them, as I was pulling at my own hair. My scalp hurt, I let go of my hair and hugged Adam, still crying. I eventually fall asleep, praying I wouldn't wake up to another death.
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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...
