Jigsaw's Legacy

Chapter 1

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The rain pattered on the windows, the sound filling the room with a melancholy and gloomy atmosphere. Damien sat alone in his college dorm room, a sense of sadness and grief weighing heavy on his heart. As he looked out the window at the dreary weather outside, he felt a wave of regret and guilt wash over him. His eyes welled up with tears again as the death of his closest friend replayed.

Damien could still feel the blood on his hands and the urge to wash them even after having done so for nearly an hour the night it happened. He wiped the tears from his eyes on his jacket sleeve. "I can't be doing this. Eli wouldn't have wanted to see me like this." If only it were that easy.

The pain weighed him down and followed him throughout the day like a parasite. It was impossible to focus on classes when all he wanted to do was cry. His entire world had shattered. A part of him had been ripped away and all that was left was an empty void that could not be filled. Damien's body ached, his chest feeling constricted, making it difficult to breathe.

The world lost its vibrancy in his eyes and the joy he once found in his daily activities seemed dull and insignificant. Even after the funeral, nothing changed over the months that followed. Damien couldn't make peace with it and resorted to alcohol and self harm to get through the day. His grief was literally killing him.

His friends, twins named Clyde and Isaiah Oakes, had noticed the drastic change in him. Both weren't exactly close with Eli themselves but they knew how much he had meant to Damien.

"What else can we do?" Isaiah whispered to his brother. "He hasn't gotten any better and I'm scared that he may just.. not come back one day."

Clyde fidgeted with his hands. He was worried that if they went about approaching their friend directly it would come off as insensitive and make him push them away. They had known Damien since freshman year in high school and understood him quite well. However, neither of them had the best communication skills, Clyde being too timid around everyone and Isaiah being too forward which came off as too intense.

"Clyde," Isaiah tapped his brothers' shoulder. "We aren't going to get anywhere like this. If you won't do it then I will."

He stood up, ignoring Clyde's quiet protest, while the professor had her back turned and sat down in the empty seat next to Damien. "Hey, let's go for a walk after class. It'll get you out of the stuffy dormitory."

He nodded. Not that he wanted to go but because he knew he was worried about him. It wasn't difficult to read him and Clyde or other people for that matter. However, Damien understood how off-putting it was to most so always chose his words carefully. He could see the way they looked at him like a younger brother, even if they were only about three months apart, and he found it endearing.

He didn't have older siblings but was going to have a younger brother in at least a month. That alone gave him something to look forward to if nothing else.

The bell signaled the end of the lecture and students began pouring out of the hall. Damien stopped by his dorm room to drop his backpack off before going to meet Clyde and Isaiah out front. The day was overcast, making it look like a grey storm was about to burst into life above them. His mood did not improve much in this gloomy weather and he could only hope that Clyde and Isaiah would take his mind off his troubles. At least for a little while.