5 Year Old Jack
Mary came down and started yelling at us."GO TO SLEEP NOW!" Mark whispered in my ear "can you make her vanish too." I giggled which I would regret. Her face was red. Oh no i done a bad. She started to charge at me. then Something I didn't expect. Mark grabbed my hand and pulled me by him. She ran into the counter behind us.She was mad real mad. She pushed me out the way and raised her hand to hit him.
"Stop! Leave him alone!" I grabbed her hand as she was about to hit him."You little brat!" She turned to me and hit me I just stood there taking it all. I fell to my knees. My head dangling. She was still hitting me.My back hurt and Mark was going to help me but I told him to go to my room since his window was broken. He did as I said. Then I went unconscious.
I woke up and my back hurt so badly and I looked in the bathroom mirror. "Are you ok?" I jumped. "Oh hi mark are-" He had blood on him. "Mark what happened to you?" I started looking and I saw he had cuts on his arms and legs. My blood started to boil. Then he pulled me into a hug. All my anger washed away.I hugged him tightly. "She did it. Did she?" He just smiled and got onto the bathroom counter. He said "Come here" he grabbed a few rags and put some water on. I got on the counter and he started cleaning some of the blood that I didn't know I even had on me. "Can you clean the blood off my back and face Jack?" I nodded and he took his shirt off and I wet a new clean rag, and started cleaning the cut's and blood. "We need to stitch all these cut's. Also we need to get some alcohol to clean them some more for they won't get infected." "How do you know so much about this?" "Well my dad was a doctor and my mom was a C.I.A agent. My dad showed me what to do with cut's and a lot of other things."
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Fantasy{This is a old book that is so bad in my opinion So please be warned. I was 11 when I wrote this it's unedited} (May Re-Write later) Jack is just a orphan right? Just a normal kid with a rusty past. He wishes it was that simple. In the Orphanage he...