It's 3am when Jack wakes up.
Where he lives, neighbours are having soft dreams and it's all quiet and comfortable. The sky is clouding over, you're able to see the full moon and a landscape when you look out your own window. Basically you are sleeping just fine and nothing will keep you awake. Cuddling with your pillow, you are sound asleep.
Actually, Jack could cuddle as much with his pillow as he wanted, it wouldn't change the fact he is wide awake and none of that irland-related-facts are true. At least the boy strolling along the corridor has had a bad dream and wants to go to the toilet. Because what else could he do?
He opens the door and enters his bathroom. He sits down, with the toilet lid closed, and coughs. He glares at his mirror when he stands up, tired, annoyed. Normally people should feel something, when they see oneself at the mirror, because their appearance, how they look like. Anything- it may be satisfaction, confusion, self-confidence, even hate.
Jack feels nothing,
looking at himself.
It's the person he's always been.
Just a huge disappointment.
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FanfictionSo I'm finally writing a story,- plus an onlinechat, to be exact- about two youtuber called Mark and Jack. Let's see how this is working out. STORY: Jack completly withdraws from his social life and the people in his environment. So what's the matte...
