Turning Back(Sequel to: Turned Upside Down)

Brothers

[3rd Person]

If you were to look at the two boys separately you would only see slight similarities, but if they stand side by side you will notice that Jackson and James both have dark messy hair and eyes like the sea. James's are a dark green whereas Jackson's are a stormy blue. They both have an angular jaw line and light skin, though James now has a slight tan after his time in Florida. They both are tall and thin. James being older is more built than Jackson. Jackson isn't one to think of himself as ripped but he has a slight six pack and James has a heavy six pack and his arms show muscles. Besides their appearance they have lots in common. They both are artists and athletic, they have the same speech, they are both easily irritated and angered, both have a kind personality and they both have one major point in their lives that should have destroyed them. Their uncle. They both went through this but Jackson never mentioned James as he wasn't sure if he should mention where he was as his uncle was back.

Chris is at the WB Mental Institution under full custody of the police. Jackson and James are getting ready to go see him.

"Jackson! Hurry the fuck up!" James yells up the stairs.

"Don't curse at me bitch!" He yells back.

"You just cursed you big dick head" James chuckles walking into Jackson bathroom. "Get out here" He says gesturing to Jackson to follow him into his room. "Put these on" He chucks a white button up long sleeve shirt and black slacks at Jackson.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He says looking at his outfit subconsciously.

"We are going to the mental hospital that has your class mate locked up cause he stabbed your girlfriend and you think you should wear an old green t-shirt and jeans?" He puts a hand on his hip.

Jackson nods knowing he's right and cursing under his breath. "Okay"

"That's what I thought" James smirks.

Jackson pulls off his shirt, slides his arms into the button up and shrugs it on, he leaves the top button undone and rolls up the sleeves. "Okay, are you gonna leave or what?"James just turns around. He takes off his pants and pulls up the slacks.

"Okay let's go you big douche" Jackson Says pulling him out of his room.

"Since when have you been working out?" James says stifling a laugh.

"Since always, I learnt some self defense but it clearly didn't do much to help me when I needed it. But it did help when I was prying Chris off my girlfriend. So at least I got some food use out of it" He chuckles locking the front door and walking to the car. James follows and hops in the driver's seat as Jackson shuts the passenger door.

"Are you gonna learn how to drive?" James asks as he backs out onto the street.

"Hell yeah! I can't wait to drive, being able to go wherever I want whenever I want, it's gonna be such a blast. Oh! I can't forget the factor of driving Amy somewhere for a date or..." His voice trailing off. Jackson knows there's a part of him that has hope she'll wake up but then there's the other part of him that thinks she is gone and he's going to suffer dramatically.

"Hey, she'll wake up" James reaches over and squeezes his shoulder.

"James...I've had some bad thoughts" Jackson looks down still unsure if he should tell his brother.

"...like?" James looks towards Jackson, knowing that this is clearly a sensitive subject.

"Like...what would happen if I died? Who would care? I would see Amy and I would no longer be this miserable.." A tear rolls down his cheek as James takes all this in and looks back at the road.

"Buddy..my life wouldn't be complete if you died, mum and dad would lose it, your friends would be so upset and imagine what would happen if you died and then Amy woke up and you were gone, imagine how much pain she would be in. You tell me when ever these thoughts surface okay? I'm not leaving until she wakes up, I will stay by your side until you get sick of me. Got it?" James looks at Jackson out of the corner of his eye.

"Got it" Jackson sniffles and shuts his eyes.

The rest of the car ride is silent beside the sound of the low hum of the engine, Jackson fell asleep so James is left to drive alone. They pull up and park as James taps Jackson's arms. His eyes flutter open as he looks out his window. They get out of the car and walk to the front desk, the man looking incredibly bored.

"Hi, we are here to see a patient?" James says, looking over the desk.

"Which patient?" The man looks up at James and then at Jackson.

"Chris Ban"

After getting all the information and being checked they proceed to the room where Chris was being taken.

"James...I..I don't think I can do this" Jackson looks at James with fear in his eyes, James sees a hint of something else in them but he puts it to the back of his mind.

"Jackson, for as long as I can remember it's always been YOU who's been strong! You can walk in there and say whatever you want, I support every single decision you make!" James squeezes his shoulders, Jackson smiles and they open the doors.

Chris sits in a chair with his hands cuffed to the table, his eyes flicker to them and Jackson gasps. His eyes have sunken into his lifeless skin, his lips thin, his hair is lighter and thinner.

"Chris"