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Broke Through

Jacks P.O.V.

The rain is giving you a free shower and you cough loudly, you are catching a cold. You hope that Y/N is still with Mark and Matthias, INSIDE the apartment. Or maybe she went to her own?

You blink frequently, hoping that the water will give up and you are able to see normal again. You feel a little burning flame of pain in your chest, you try to ignore it and run on a higher tempo.

You quickly reach the park. It looks beautiful in the rain, the leaves are being attacked by the water dripping from the sky, and the flowers hide themselves in the shadows so they won't be eaten by the rain even the clouds seems to feel the lost of its precious: the sun.

You stand still for only a second, people run past you. They want to get home, or somewhere less wet. You are the only piece of the puzzle that just doesn't fit in the picture. You enjoy the rain, you love the dark sky and you obey the call of shadows.

The rain will not stop, and you smile about that. You love it here, the park being covered in water and the sun getting eaten away for a split second, giving darker clouds the change to rise.

It is almost the same as in Ireland. But back home there is MUCH more rain and less sun. You stare at your white hands thinking about how it feels to tan. You never really got use to the warmth of this glowing yellow bowl around the earth.

You sneeze while the sun is fighting against the black less puffy clouds. You blink again, and again until your eyes are red themselves.

A person walks into you; his shoulder collides to yours and for some reason it hurts more than anything you ever felt. You feel the warm tears escaping your eyes.

You want to know who rushed into you but the person already vanished in the fog. You try not to fall to your knees because you are wearing a suit so you stand up, shaking on both legs.

After a few minutes standing there, battling with pain himself, you win. You breathe loudly and you know for sure that you are ill.

You quickly look around you; you do not want anybody to see you like this. This state of vulnerability, helplessness, anxiety and a spark of anger buried deep within. Something you never are.

You are alone in the park; no one sees you and no one will ever know what happened to you. If something would happen to you.

Your eyes take pictures of your surroundings and you find yourself able to watch them back. You try to discover the area without moving your body.

It works pretty well; you are able to see most of the trees and bushes. Your brains even tell you that there is a person standing behind your back.

You do not want to look, you know it is not real but you hate to even think about it being real. So you ignore all the adrenalin that you are giving and stay still.

A dark and slow breath comes creeping up behind you and you can feel the air colliding with your skin. You are genuinely scared, yet try to be strong.

The mask you have worn for the past days, the walls you have built around your emotions are breaking down and everything you felt for weeks comes crashing into you.

You scream in fear letting the people know how you feel. You shiver as the lifeless being caresses your cheek and you shrink yourself.

You run away, you did not even wanted to rush elsewhere. Your instinct just took over your body, and you are in no position of controlling it yourself.

You do not even know where you are going; you only know it is somewhere safe. At least you hope it is.

You shut your eyes because the rain is hurting you too much. It is cold outside, without a jacket. You feel how you slip away and almost fall to the ground but regain control of your hands so in that way you are able to not touch all the mud and stones.

Your phone rings, which scares you and you get up. You run away again. Your feet move, your arms wipe your tears away and your mouth opens and closes because of the cold.

The burning pain in your shoulder does not vanish and you scream again. Suddenly you hate everything, your friends, and your life, all of it.

Yet there is one thing you could never hate, one person you could never feel animosity for. Your little, yet so brave Y/N. The girl who changed your life, the girl that killed you and brought you back from the death only to make you enjoy life more than you thought was possible.

For so long, you lived like a shadow having no one to talk to and no one to listen. Yes you had your beautiful fans but you where scared they would not believe you.

So you kept that little secret of yours and buried it deep within your soul, surrounded by walls so nobody could ever break through.

And guess what Y/N did? She broke through. And Jack died. The lonely and sad, depressed Jack who faked a smile on camera and laughed when he did not wanted to, died, only to give new life to Sean, the joking and funny, caring person everyone loves. Everyone remembers and will caress forever.

Your voice still makes its way through the park, letting people walk back from where they came. You do not stop until your agony is completely washed away.

As you scream for the last time, you also cry. You cry because of the unbearable pain, you cry as a result of how you damaged people around you. You cry on account of being yourself, your stupid and clumsy self.

You want to give up and prepare to fall to your knees. You hope that when you touch the ground, it will eat you in one piece.

Just as your body stops reacting to the incentives your brain is sending you, two strong arms hold you tight and pull you up. Away from the ground you choose to be your hell.

'Sean?! Look at me, I need you to look at me!' the voice screams and you push your hands against your ears. Your head is bursting in pain and all you want the strange figure to do is stop talking.

As you move your torso towards the warm and living creature, the person picks you up bridal style. Everything you see is a blur but for some reason you recognize the voice.

Then you hear a familiar barf coming from the end of the park. It is Rori's dog, Addison. You missed that barf of her more than you want to admit.

You try to figure out who is carrying you, if Addison is walking next to the person. Your brain gave up on you when you backstabbed him, you do not have to count on his assistance.

'Sean? It is going to be fine, trust me. I can help you,' the voice said again and this time you look up only to stare in two familiar green eyes.

'No you cannot, no one can,' you whisper back and as Addison barfs again you scream in agony. You hate the noise she is making.

'Watch me.'

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I hope you cornflakes enjoyed the 6th chapter and I am so sorry it took so long to publish. I hope you cereal are not mad at me:(

however....

who could it be? having any ideas? I think you all know who i am talking about ooh and the 100th happy weels has been played by Jack, no more Happy Weels. i never thought i would say this but i am going to miss that little B*tch of a Billy.

I love you cornflakes!

Stay BOSS!!!
#Cornflakes