~blade's pov~
Jack noticed I had been acting strange.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.
My mind knew I wasn't fine, but I had to say that to make sure Jack wouldn't worry. While he was gone my brother, Sam died. He was the only part of my family that I had left. No one was there to help me. Insanity flooded my mind, leaving me like a mindslave. Nearly dead, but not.
"You're not fine!" Jack said screaming at me. I winced.
"I-I'm fine Jack." I said backing away from him, the ringing in my ears got worse.
"Are you cheating on me?" He said grabbing a glass picture frame that had a picture of us in it.
"No!" I said. He slammed the frame onto the floor, shattering it. My eyes began to water.
"Well I'm done with this bull shit!" He screamed running out of the house. I picked up one of the shards of glass, putting it to my neck. I slowly pressed down, as I let it scrape my neck. Blood flowed down my neck, onto my white shirt. I fell to the ground, darkness flooded my thoughts. I knew I wasn't going to heaven. Purgatory was my next stop.
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