BROKEN

Sean

And right about now is where the story gets very different from the original I had.

Enjoy!

a_strange_nobody

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I'm worried about Jack.

He hasn't exactly had the best past, and diving back into someone else's life who has the same problems... I don't know.

In a town like this, people have to stick together and help one another out, but the reason most people don't get attached to a lot of people is because there are a lot of people with a lot of problems, and it just gets too much to handle. So basically, it is just me, my mother, and Jack, who is like a brother.

I only started to really talk to him a few years ago, after the incident with my father. I am still surprised that those assholes didn't try to put me in the hospital and try and take my mother, too, but it was self defense, and that man deserved it.

But after my father died, I became a very paranoid ninth grader, and always carried a gun and a pocket knife on me; still do. I always thought that the reason they didn't want to hurt me now was because they needed more man power to get revenge, because around that time I had begun to hang out with people like David, who has a huge bloodlust, so much so that it is extremely unhealthy.

But when I was with David, he always picked on the weak, and Jack just so happened to be weak to him.

Jack's parents have always fought, but around that time they had begun to take their rage out on him; the result of their forgotten love. His mother seemed to ignore him and even forget about him due to app of the jobs she tried to maintain and his father....

Combine both the at-home abuse and the bullying at school, his grades dropped, making everything worse at home.

He began to feel worthless, hated, and a wast of a life; and he wanted to die.

He began cutting himself towards the end of ninth grade, and around the last day of school, I had stopped David from nearly beating the kid to death: it just isn't humane nor something that should be done in an effort to make one feel better about themselves.

Over that summer, we had started to hang out and he came over to my house frequently to escape the horrors at his house, which cannot even be called a 'home'.

Then I really started to get close to him, and eventually, he stopped cutting and stopped the near-suicide attempts in the middle of tenth grade. I stopped hanging out with David and cut all ties and actions with them, besides one. Like mother, like son, right? The only difference is I don't do it for money, but those few measly seconds of pleasure that are hardly worth it, if at all, even. But it is hard to stop old habits, and two years later at the begging of my senior year, they have only worsened.

I sigh as I shut off the ice cold water that came from the shower head and step out, shivering. Look how good that shower did me... note the sarcasm.

I wrap a towel around my shivering body and step into the hall and make my way to my room, shutting the door behind me. "How'd that shower do you?" Jack asked in a distracted tone, eyes still glued on a book he is holding over his head.

"I hope you drop that book on your face," I mutter and grab out a pair of boxers and a tee shirt from my dresser drawers.

"Wow, so cruel." Jack sits up and makes eye contact with me, but his eyes are so intense I just have to look away.