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1| Runaway

1 | Runaway

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Jack J's POV

I went upstairs to my room, shaking, as I think to myself about what had just happened. I tremble in humiliation; feeling disgusted, I decide to take a shower. I walk into my rather small closet and search for my pajama clothes. I then step out of the closet and into my bathroom.

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I lay in bed, after I'm all settled for sleep. I close my eyes and drift to slumber, mouthing the lyrics to my favorite song: Twenty One Pilot's, Screen.

~* Nightmare *~

"JACK, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!"

I hear a familiar voice, bringing me out of my sleep to go downstairs.

I sit up and stand on my feet while rubbing my eyes. As I get closer to the door, hearing the continuous yelling, I realized that the voice is my uncle's.

I tremble in fear.

'Uh oh. He must be drunk' my mind tells me.

"I know he is," I whisper to myself; clear with fright in my voice.

I hesitantly walk down the stairs, obviously afraid of what's gonna happen down there.

"JACK, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T BRING YOUR WORTHLESS ASS DOWN THOSE FUCKING STAIRS!" I frown at the harsh words he had just now shouted.

He smiles as he sees my feet taking every step down the staircase. This is a trip to what I like to call, 'No Good Island'.

Every time that that nasty mouth seems to quirk their way up into that form, it's the most obvious clue given, meaning that nothing good, or anything of that nature is about to happen.