Selflessness

Sleflessness

In a large three story school building their was a student at this high school everyone had know and meet at some point in their lives. He was always their for them to help with any school work, issues they had at the school or in their own personal lives, or if they just need someone to talk to that would listen so they could vent. Some people that talked to him even though they didn't know him would tell him when they were thinking of committing suicide since they felt they needed to tell someone. During these conversations with him he would talk to them somewhere alone for however long those conversations needed to go, and for however many days it took to help them through it. Anytime anyone told him something personal he would never tell anyone else no matter who it was that asked him or how much older they were. For some reason anyone that ever meet him felt like they could trust him with anything, go to at anytime they needed him, and even gave him any way for them to communicate with him wether by phone or social media.

His name was Jack and he was a lot different than any guy you would ever meet in your entire life for he was a rare person to meet that didn't judge anyone for who they were or how they acted, and accepted them no matter what. Jack liked to help out others whenever they needed him even if they were just using him it didn't matter to him. For to him their lives and issues they were going through were more important then his own no matter what the cost was. All that matter to Jack was that he was helping them out, and hopefully making them feel better or at least they know someone cares about them.

Jack was about average height for a junior, he had an average body, wore glasses with a black frame, and his hair was semi-short long with green ombré. The clothing style he wore was always rock/heavy metal band t-shirts with musician bracelets on his wrist, black jeans with chains going across, and lastly he wore eyeliner. At school Jack usually didn't talk much to anyone or tried to engage in conversations unless someone approached him, but other than that he would usually be sitting alone somewhere in the school. Usually when he was by himself or he thought he was he would sing the songs he was listening to at that time; which he grew very fond of Heathens by twenty one pilots:

All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse

All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse

Welcome to the room of people
Who have rooms of people that they loved one day
Docked away
Just because we check the guns at the door
Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

You're lovin' on the psychopath sitting next to you
You're lovin' on the murderer sitting next to you
You'll think, how'd I get here, sitting next to you?
But after all I've said, please don't forget

All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse

We don't deal with outsiders very well
They say newcomers have a certain smell
Yeah, I trust issues, not to mention
They say they can smell your intentions

You're lovin' on the freakshow sitting next to you
You'll have some weird people sitting next to you
You'll think "how did I get here, sitting next to you?"
But after all I've said, please don't forget
(Watch it, watch it)

(Watch it)
All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse

All my friends are heathens, take it slow
(Watch it)
Wait for them to ask you who you know
(Watch it)
All my friends are heathens, take it slow
(Watch it)
Wait for them to ask you who you know

Why'd you come, you knew you should have stayed
I tried to warn you just to stay away
And now they're outside ready to bust
It looks like you might be one of us

Any song Jack listen to always had a deep meaning behind as to why he was listening to that song, but most of all he hope no one ever caught or heard him sing. As far as school grades were concern he was making B' and C's along with occasional F's; which the teachers and his parents did not understand as to why. Everyone there knew Jack to be quite to where some didn't think he spoke at all, and when they did hear him talk they were surprised each time.

At home though Jack was completely different than how he was at school, which is usually the case with any student anyways. When he was at home Jack would talk a lot about anything, play with his puppy outside, play his guitar for fun or for recording videos for his YouTube channel, and he even thought about doing some let's play video game recordings too. He knew if anyone he has known saw all that he did they wouldn't believe he was the same person they had known at school. But their was one thing no one knew or was able to pick up on about Jack for he had hidden this side of him for so long he became really good at hiding it until here recently.