The boy who came back to life (a why dont we fanfict)

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I have some news he blurts. One of your friends may be joining you up here I am not sure yet she passed out from shock. Her name is Aspen. Daniel soon fell to the ground and felt that terrible pain in his chest. Up you come Daniel he said. Daniel weakly stands but fails and falls back to the ground. Ive never done this before but i need you to promise to not do anything foolish. I shall send u down but no one can see you nor hear you you just protect and keep them safe wake them up when needed give them comfort. Off you go. He feels that nice feeling of the ground once again. He looks at everyone crying around his lifeless body and Jack desperately trying to wake up Aspen with his broken leg and 3 degrease burn. I look at the body I once controlled. A big stich across my forehead my now dislocated arm bruised leg and my broken arm I feel so bad for everyone there they all sat there crying what can i do. I know I can read someones mind make them happy
Jonahs flashback: My stepfather always hated me. When my mother married him and he moved into our house, my life became a living hell. He found fault with every little thing I did and was constantly shouting at me and calling me names. In his eyes, I could never do anything right. Pretty soon, all of the chaos at home began to affect my schoolwork. I found it impossible to study and my grades started slipping. At the dinner table, I was so nervous that I hardly ate a thing. I gradually withdrew into myself and stopped hanging around with my friends.I would on hang out with Daniel. Things began to grow worse and worse. I became my stepfather's punching bag. He started beating me at the slightest excuse. He was a strong man and I was too small to fight him off. Each punch and kick he delivered hurt me emotionally as well as physically. It wasn't long before I was diagnosed with depression and the doctors put me on medication.Daniel supported me the whole way through. Through all this, my mother stood by and refused to intervene. She chose her new husband over me. That hurt me more than anything else. I gave up hope and prayed for the day when I could escape. Daniel tried telling me we could escape one day. One day, I couldn't take it anymore and ran away from home. Daniel was probably the only person that looked for me. I made it as far as the city, when the police found me and brought me home. When they took me back to my house, my stepfather was standing at the door waiting for me. His face was twisted in anger and rage. As soon as the police left, he turned to me and said, "Did you think you could escape?" That night, he beat me twice as bad as before. I cried myself to sleep. After that, the violence escalated. Every evening when he came home from work, I tried to avoid him, but it was no use. He began inventing excuses to beat me. I never understood how anyone could be so mean and cruel. It seemed like it was all a big game to him. Each time he hit me, I could see how much he was enjoying it. My body was covered in bruises and it hurt to breathe. Eventually, he went too far. One evening, he beat me so badly that I couldn't move. I just lay on the floor of my bedroom, staring at the ceiling. I didn't know it at the time, but I was bleeding internally. My mother begged him to bring me to hospital, but he just ingored her. He said I was faking it. During the night, I lay on the floor of my bedroom, moaning in pain and slowly slipping into unconsciousness. The next morning, my mother came in to check on me, but by then, I was already dead. Thats what i felt like she thought i was faking.

Time passed...

I don't know how much time passed...

Daniel found me and took me to the hospital told the police and he was arrested.

*End of flashback*