Alone (book two of Dark eyes)

Chapter 2 Jack

I was an ass. I didn't do the right things or make good choices or even try not to be a total ass. But with Sarah, it was different. She made me, for lack of a better word, less of an ass. Until she was taken from me, everyday I thought about her and looked for her. Years passed and I couldn't find a single trace of her. It was as if she was a ghost of a memory. I don't know when but at some point I began my fall. I gave up and was left with a hollow void. I never meant to hurt her, I just wanted to feel something, anything. The moment I saw Sarah standing in my doorway I wanted to run to her and never let her go, she looked so hurt. Because of me. She finally saw what an ass I really was.
I need to see Sarah. I had to apologize and most likely beg her to stay. What the hell was I thinking? I'd be beyond furious if another man so much as touched her. It was torture knowing that Sarah, after years apart was so close to me yet she couldn't bare the sight of me. I sat at her door for hours, even when she started shooting blades at me. I deserved it, every time a blade met my skin I was reminded of why I couldn't leave.
It wasn't until Jeff literally dragged me down the stares and out the door that I finally forced myself to my unsteady feet. Just as I looked up to meet Jeff's dark gaze, I felt his fist contact the side of my head. The force knocked me back to the ground, and I could feel the pain spread through my veins. I let out a grunt as Jeff proceed to kick my exposed stomach. I didn't fight back.
"Stay the fuck away from sarah. You'll never hurt her again." Jeff said before delivering one final blow. I stayed outside on the ground looking up at sarah's window for what felt like hours. God, how could I have screwed up so bad? Maybe I deserve to feel like shit, but Sarah certainly doesn't, especially after everything she must have gone through.
As the sun began to set, I pulled myself to my feet, with one final glance through sarah's curtain clad window, I stumbled into the woods. I moved like a robot as my feet followed the familiar path twords the city. I walked down the sidewalk and watched as crowds scattered and screamed as they looked upon my famous mask in horror. No one dared to stand in my way as I moved along the path. Perhaps they too cared for someone. Lived for someone. Just as I had for Sarah. And one day they too would feel this empty void of loss. I heard the ringing of sirens approach me on the now deserted street. Being a cop must suck, everyday, hoping you'll make it to the next, dreading calls like this, and all for what? A wad of money to pay a damn bill or two. It was just selfish to die would be to kill your family along with you. Worthless.
I felt my hands being yanked behind my back and the sliding of medal around my waist.
All people wanted was to feel like they weren't alone, to feel loved, that's why they created their God and greater beings, to give their responsibilities and pain to someone else.
I felt numb, nothing mattered not the humans, or captivity, not even sarah could break my walls of nothing. I was just a limp body, going through the motions pretending to be alive.
"Welcome to hell ass hole." I seemingly awoke from my trance, and turned my attention to the cop in the passenger seat, a dark skinned man in his maybe late thirtys, with short cut hair. He was turned around in his seat facing me. The only thing between us was a thin sheet of sliding plastic. I cocked my head to the side and stared deep into his dark brown eyes with my black voids. The driver pulled the car to a stop, glancing out my windo, I saw we were parked off the side of a dirt road, the city was a mear speck in the distance.
"You don't even give a damn do you?" Snarled the passenger dude. He climbed out of the car, followed by driver guy. My door was yanked open, and passenger threw me out of the car by the collar of my black hoody.
"You stole everything from me!" He yelled furiously. I felt his foot contact my chest. I gasped to catch my breath. It felt as if my chest would cave in on itself at any moment.
"Five years ago. I'm out handing out parking tickets and I come home to my wife and little girl dead and gone!" Anger and sorrow filled his voice as he leaned down and lifted me up to my unstable legs. All I did was stand there, watching as he threw back his fist. His hand contacted the middle of my mask. I heard as it shattered and rained down around me like blue glass as I fell to the ground. I lay there starting blankly at the dark sky. As the lonely man reached into his belt and drew a gun. I watched his as he moved to aim it at my head. I looked into his sad eyes and knew the sorrow he felt and waited for the impending bullet. Like a wounded animal being but out of its misery.

*as always thank you for reading my story (despite the long wait)! I'll try to get the next update up sooner. Anyways, one of my other storied bueatiful darkness was nominated for the creepypasta awards and I'd really appreciate it if you would go to their page and vote for me? Maybe cuz you love me :3♡?

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