Drained Soul
Jack
I suppose after all this time of being completely alone that I just begin to feel like there’s
something missing, something leaving me. It’s kind of like a coldness, a freezing of
my heart. I wonder if Ace has this same feeling, and if she does, if it’s as
bad as my own lifeless, emotionless feeling. Maybe it’s better for
her to be there. At least she’s not totally and completely
alone there at home. She has Mom, even if Mom
is a totally heartless woman with no regard
to either of her children. I doubt Mom
ever noticed that I even left the
wretched place she likes to
call home. Maybe
she never really
cared about
me.
I just sent Ace a new email from this stupid internet cafe that I’m at. I didn’t have to buy
anything to use the internet, so that’s a miracle in itself. You’d think they wouldn’t
allow you to use the internet for free unless you bought at least one cup of
coffee or something. I guess I got lucky. Maybe I’m just sneaky
enough to be able to get on their internet without them
really noticing I didn’t buy anything. Either way,
now Ace has some of way of knowing
that I’m somewhat safe here
even if she doesn’t really
know where this
place really
is.
I guess maybe I am really safe here. I’m not anywhere close to our little rundown apartment in
the dirtiest part of Brooklyn. Everybody there is so freakin’ crooked that even the cops
are messed up people. I guess that’s just part of living in the rank part of
Brooklyn. Right now, though, I think things are worse here.
I’m so alone that it isn’t even funny, and even
my weird, nerdy roomie doesn’t pay
any attention to me. Talk
about karma. Now I
think my soul is
truly, fully
drained.
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Dwindling Light
Teen FictionAce and Jack Sterling, twins, lead very different lives. Ace stayed home with their mother and her terrible lovers; Jack ran away, finding himself a part of a drug chain just to have money to keep a modest subsistence. But Ace wants to get away and...
