Bruises *Fack* ON HOLD

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The air was chilly, a draft drifted in the wind which caused a shiver to run down Jack's spine. The air smelt nice like newly cut grass, he could taste the moisture that lingered in the air. Around him was dark the only light being the poorly light streetlights which didn't seem to bug the eager boy all too much. Jack swung his arms, grazing it against the sides of his waist, wind breaking through his light sweater to cause air to pile through the sleeves.

Jack Grazer enjoyed the calmness of the night, he enjoyed the fact he wouldn't have to engage in any communications with anyone. Of course he never was one for social events or talking in general. In school Jack had hardly ever talked or even looked toward anyone's direction. The thought of it terrified him, he was frightened of what people might say about him or what they might do to him so he decided to just not talk to anyone. Jaeden Lieberher had put an end to Jack's lack of friends by introducing himself to Jack in fourth grade. From then on out the two were attached to the hip and were inseparable.

Jack had found himself at a park which made him sigh in relief, he finally made it after a two mile walk. Jack pushed his legs forward as he found himself being pulled toward the swings, he always adored them as a child. Soon the sweet freshly cut grass was replaced with harsh woodchips which again Jack hadn't seemed to mind as he carelessly made his way through them to get to the swings. He completely came to a halt as he seen someone was occupying one of the rusted swings, his swings were soft yet you could still hear the creak from it.

It was a boy, he had a hood draped over his head hiding his features from the now fearful boy. He wore dark jeans that clung tightly to his lower half and a pair of black combat boots. He slowly looked up to meet Jack's eyes, his were a shinning blue in which the moon light reflected off of them. The boy had to be at least seventeen to say the least, which was two years older than Jack.

He flashed Jack a sinful grin causing Jack freeze in his spot. "It's three in the morning pretty boy" The boy informed as he looked Jack up and down, sinful thoughts coming to mind. "I'll treat you right" He muttered as he rose from the swing, his lip busting from biting it harshly. The boy plunged toward Jack the only sound being the swing swaying in the back. "I'll treat you just right pretty boy".

Jack woke in a rush, sweat trickled down his forehead which he lazily brought his right hand up to wipe off. He had been having the same dream for a year now, it was hardly a dream it was a memory, a memory he wanted to trash. Since that night he had gone completely numb, he couldn't understand his emotions, oh how the boy yearned to. Jack's shaky hand griped his blue colored covers and pulled them off of his frail frame which was coated in sweat. He exposed the colored bruises that covered his skin like art.

His legs were weak from yesterday's beating that he put upon himself. He needed to form the bruises, he craved it like a drug. It was the only thing that ever made him feel human, something he longed for since the accident. He would bring his small fist up and crash them onto his legs or arms, anywhere he could really.

He pulled himself out of the queen sized bed, his feet meeting the cool wooden floor below him. His legs were like jelly causing his legs to buckle and cave in under him. A loud thump could be heard which caused the boy to curse under his breath. He brought his shaking hands to the front of him and pushed himself off the ground and back to his feet. Wrapping his hand around the bedpost he let out a sigh as he didn't hear his mother's yelling.

His trembling legs to short struts toward his dresser which was filled with his wraps and clothing. He pulled the first draw open, a creak erupting from it, and grabbing the wraps that had been tucked in their. He unfolds the first one and starts to wrap it around his small leg (which was difficult for him due to the fact his leg shook unbearably) which caused a small gasp to escape him parted lips. As he finished up his wrapping his mind began to wander to a thought of being human again.

'Is it even possible' The boy questioned pulling at his lower lip with his teeth. Feeling human had always made Jack's heart sink to the pit of his stomach, feeling was something he once knew. He couldn't feel it, but he remembered how he was before the accident, how carefree and calm he was. Now he was consumed with fear and anxiety always clouded his mind. 'What if someone tries to hurt me again?' 'What if everyone finds out of what happened?'. He never knew what lurked at every corner so in attempt to prevent another accident he hid himself away from most of the horrible, terrifying world.

Jack had finished all his wrappings so he traveled his way toward the small narrow closet that had recently been painted a calming beige color, Jack enjoyed it. He brought his hand which was painted with bruises up to the first item of clothing in his reach. It was a grey sweater that hung loose on the small boy's figure, which hadn't bothered him. He pushed past it and grazed his finger tips across the material that hung loosely on the metal hangers.

He came to a halt as he scanned a blue sweatshirt that had fit his form nicely, thinking on it he decided to pull it off the hanger and throw it over his bare upper half. He found a pair of black jeans he had found at a thrift store a few months back and put them on as well. The pants weren't tight like they were suppose to be, they hung slightly loose on the boy's waist and would soon be rolled up to his ankles which no bruises had seemed to be.

He hadn't had a good eating schedule nor a sleeping one. Eating made him feel numb, so he decided to cut back to only one meal a day, which didn't help his health. Nightmares had always reoccurred which only let the boy sleep for about two hours nightly, giving him large purple marks that sagged under his caramel colored eyes that had become so dull throughout the year.

As Jack gave himself a glance in the mirror he heard a loud crash which caused his breathing to hitch for a moment, he had forgotten how to breath for a minute. Jack's eyes had made their way up to glance at the neighbor's home.

Through his window he seen Finn, a boy that was all too familiar to him. He had been in basketball since he was in fourth grade, he led all his school toward the winning season for the past two years. He was also a musician, his band had always played on Friday nights at Donne's Pizzeria and most of the school would attend. He was a hot shot that had lived next to Jack since both boys were five.

Jack watched as Finn and his step-brother Wyatt had started to argue. Wyatt was a quiet boy who was on honor roll and had been in student council which Jaeden had also been on. Wyatt and Jaeden were actually good friends. Jack shook his head at the pair and looked at himself again, wishing he felt something. He couldn't even feel hatred with himself. The boy yearned to feel hatred again, but he had felt nothing.