Gone with you (Book 2 of The Anti Over Kill)

Part 4

A/N
Aaaaaaand Im back. Hello. Well, its 1am here and Im unable to sleep because of where I am currently. And I am tripping because Im half asleep, so sorry if its terrible. Also if my stories don't make sense I am sorry because my country slang changes a lot of things like wording and words/sayings. So if you are ever confused do ask. But I hope you enjoy this chapter because I've worked really hard on it for you guys. But anyways, heres another chapter that is a little longer. But I do want to warn you guys for your own personal well-being that this chapter involves deep description that can be upsetting to some readers.
-AntiMonica02
11/03/2018

Darks POV
---2 months later---
"THERE HAS TO BE A WAY! Theres always a way! There has to be something! Anything!" I yell. Throwing the piles of books I had stacked off of the desk, hurling them at the floor in a loud ruckus. They rip and pages flutter to the ground. I wasn't satisfied so I flip the desk over, hearing the wood creak and crack. The snap of the plaster wall giving in to the desks pressure as it hit the wall.
I curse in demon tongues out loud so Mark and Jack don't understand what I was ranting on about. Throwing my arms back to let out the full yell and fury that claws its way out from deep within my chest. As if it had been captive for months. My vocal chords feel ripped as the scream comes to an end with tears down my cheeks. My jaw aching.
I've been awake for weeks. Night and day, hour on hour, minute after minute, second upon second. I've studied for once in my dead life ever since Anti had visited again. I've been too busy to feel upset for myself, to be upset about my loss of him because I now know he's alive.

"Dark. Just calm down... You've studied for weeks, try sleep" Mark calls down the hallway. I growl with a snarl and sit on the end of my bed to calm down, burying my face deeply into my hands in defeat.
Studying is difficult and takes hours, I'd read about half a libraries worth of books on how to contact a demon, how to save a demon and other demon books I'd retrieved from the Elder Demon council that I was now apart of. But I'd chosen to stay on earth for now, because theres so much I need to do first. Along with reading I attempted trials, too many times to only find failure waiting for me. I groan and drag my hands down my face as if it would wipe away the sleepiness and throbbing headache I had. Its impossible, life's impossible. I will never get Anti back again, I will never see him again. I lay on my back on the bed in thought as I stare at the ceiling. Even if I do see him again, he will be in madness and not remember who he is anymore. My eyes shut in defeat, welcoming sleep as if to take all my problems away. Even if it was for just five minutes... I'd be glad.

"Dark, can I have a cuddle? I really need one" Jack begs in a weak voice startling me. My eyes shoot open and I turn my head with wide eyes finding him standing under the arch way of the door belonging to the room I was in. I rubbed my eyes not believing it was really him. But no matter what I tried, he was still there and staring at me, with only the light of desk lamp being the only light source in my room. Providing little light to see him properly. His face was in shadow and his body outlined by the light in the hallway. He hadn't spoken in months, hadn't left his room in weeks. Ever since Anti had possessed him he'd become a mute. I shot up on the bed not wanting him to think he can't and isn't welcome.

"Oh uh... Uh huh. Of course you can Jack! Come on in here" I scurry to clear the bed of books and rubbish.
"Sorry about the mess. I-I haven't had time to clean it" once I've somewhat cleared it enough for him to lay on. I pat beside me on the bed. His gaze falls away from me, rubbing his stick for arms.
"Your okay Jack, come in. Close the door if you want" he hesitates slightly before stumbling to me on wobbly legs. His clothes draping uselessly over his thin frame of a body.
"Thats it Jack, come over here, you are always welcome in here" I encourage him as he takes small, shaky steps towards me on the bed. He wasn't doing well at all, worse. He looked like a corpse. He hasn't eaten since Anti had possessed him then left. His skin was pulled tight like fabric over his bones, clinging tightly. His eyes had sunken back and his under eyes were black with lack of sleep, his face pale and eyes puffy and red. He had a messy beard from not tidying himself up.
It pained me seeing him like this, he looked so ill and empty. I got up and ran to him, hurting just watching him trying anymore. I lifted him up into my arms, almost dropping him by nearly throwing him up. Him being a lot lighter than I remember. I wince, pained at his appearance and his bone digging into my arms. Surely this was no more comfortable for him either. I carry him to the bed, laying him down then joining him. Hugging him into my chest really uncomfortably because his bones dug into me leg. I hugged him as close as I could. Not wanting him to get any worse. Refusing to look at him because it hurt to. Tears streaking down my cheeks.
"Oh Jack, what have you done to yourself?" I ask out loud. Just loud enough for him to hear. He reeks of Alcohol, vomit and urine. Stinging my nostrils to be breathing the odor in. But still I hug him tighter and closer, hearing his clothes ruffle. One hand feeling every individual rib through his completely loose shirt. The other tracing along the evident lumps and dips between his spine.

His voice is weak, barely audible and cuts out and cracks like he hadn't drunken any water in a desert for days every time he speaks.
"Dark? I've been seeing a light for days now that calls for me. A bright, white light in my dreams, when Im deep in thought... it calls for me"

"Please, listen to me and never go to that light. Run away from it, fear it." I tell him. He simply whimpers in reply against my chest with a wracking cough following. Each cough sounding full of mucus. I worry and smack his back in attempt to help him as if he was choking.
He stops coughing, weakly leaning his body against me, clinging onto my shirt like it was the only thing that held him from deaths pull. His eyes flutter shut. Shivering, his body cold and dead like. His breathing shallow and forced with an open mouth like he was struggling to get enough oxygen through just his nose.