3rd person:
"b-but you said you loved me" jack looked up at jonah. " it was a lie. i could never love you. youre a ugly, worthless piece of shit. i never wanna see you again." these words were all lies, jack knew this but they still made him cry. the two would argue daily, usually ending up with jonah winning. it had only gotten physical once but they made up afterwards. broken and feeling unloved the younger of the two boys fell to the floor sobbing "f-fuck you jonah! i wish i never met-" his words were cut off when he was pinned to the wall by his throat. "dont talk to me like that!" jack gagged and choked clawing at jonahs hand desperately trying to pry his hands from around her throat. jonah just tightened his grip. "p-p" jack struggled to speak as his oxygen supply was cut off. his small round face turning from a pale tone to a blueish purple colour. silence. jonah loosened his grip, letting go. jacks lifeless body dropped to the floor. jonah stood there staring at him. emotionless.
((a/n: this was a scrap paragraph that i wrote whilst babysitting))
