I am honestly freaking out.
He's not anywhere!
I can't find him.
It's been, like, 5 hours since the fight between Stephen and Jack and I can't find Jack anywhere.
I've searched the school, the shops, his and my house, and now I was driving to the park in the pitch blackness of night.
I parked, got out and collected my flashlight.
"JACK!" I yell.
I can't hear a thing and worry is eating away at me.
I've failed him.
I can't call his family, they won't care, I can't call my dad, he's probably still drunk, as always, I can't call the police, it's not a missing person until like forty-eight hours or something.
He has me and me alone to save him from his sadness and I can't find him anywhere.
"Dammit!" I mutter under my breath.
Then I hear it.
Soft sobbing.
"Jack?" I whisper so I don't startle him.
I don’t think he can hear me but it's coming from the railway bridge.
After 5 minutes of getting tangled in the shrub I find him.
Alone.
On top of the bridge.
Ready to jump.
"NO!"
I think I’m too late.
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A Bundle Of Sticks
Teen FictionSome people will never understand what it's like being gay. Never know the hardship or abuse. I see it, the affects, the results, the unfairness. Will it ever stop?
