Brother

Awake

Jacobson POV

I'm back at Jack's side. He's back on the ground, I'm standing at his dying side. The sky twists in dark colors, some of it appearing to be as red as blood. Jack says my name. I gaze down at him.
He beams with mirth. I'm confused.
He's okay?
"Jacobson, help me get up," he grins, a smile forming on his cheeks. He holds his hand out for me.
I glance around and realize there aren't any bombs anymore. We're in our house. In our shared bedroom. The walls are bare, and the few paintings that once huge up are gone. I swallow nervously.
My bed is still there, and so is Jack's. Yet the covers and mattress are gone too. Leaving the skeletal frame.
I get a glimpse of my hands; they don't have blood on them. I sigh and gaze at my brother below me.
He's not gone, still breathing. I smile at him.
"Hey Jacky." I say and grab his hand. I notice how I'm not wearing The Regrime's clothes. I'm wearing a dress shirt and slacks. Jack is too.
"Jacobson, what are you doing in here?" He questions, his eyebrows knitting together. I stare at his stone smoke eyes.
He's alive, he's okay. I ignore his question, too overwhelmed to speak.
I pull on his hand and he rises.
I hug him. Hard. I try and breathe him in, but I smell nothing but bleach.
"You're hurting me, Jacob." Jack laughs and coughs. I pull back and rub his hair.
He narrows his eyes at me. I grin.
"Why'd you do that?" He says, trying to fix his hair.
Still smirking, I say, "What do you mean? It's just hair, Jacky."
He glares at me jokingly and dusts himself off.
"You know Ivory will be mad. This is her big day," He comments as he straightens his black bow tie.
"What do you mean?" I stick my hands in my pockets and watch him. Trying to memorize everything.
He turns to me and raises his eyebrows.
"You really don't remember? Ivory and I are getting married. You're the best man." He shakes his head at me and laughs. "I never thought your memory was this bad." He pats my shoulder with mirth.
"Oh.." I say, nodding my head. I remember now, of all sudden.
His eyes go behind me and his face lights up.
"Ivory you look... beautiful!" Jack is breathless, and can't seem to take his eyes off his bride.
I turn around to face her. She's wearing a simple white dress, covered in white flowers. Her hair is left down, falling gracefully around her.
"Hello Ivory," I greet her.
Her face turns red and she glances away from me, to Jack. Her blue eyes shine with tears.
"Jack, there's something I have to tell you..." She swallows nervously, her eyes gazing back to me.
"I don't love you anymore."
I awake with a sharp inhale. My heart is pounding against my chest. My memory slowly comes back to me.
The bombs, mom and dad, Jack, The Civils.
Jack.
I swallow hard and raise up. A sharp pain travels through my body. My head begins to hurt.
The room I'm in is white. It smells of bleach. I gaze down at my body; I'm in bandages. On my left arm, my back and my left leg. I'm wearing a think hospital gown.
Tubes run from my arm to a machine stuck in the wall. The tube is red; filled with blood.

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So it's been like 4 years or so since I've read this. I recently just published the chapters that were left unpublished for 4 years haha. I'm not sure if I'll ever update this, I can't write like I used to, I also have no interest anymore (hence the 4 years of nothing) 

I hope the very small amount of people who read this enjoyed it. I actually did. More of admiring my past 15 year old self for being so dedicated and inspired for a while.