Suffering

Jack

     There they are, again. Jack and Annie, being happy together. I just can't believe myself. I'm spying on them again.

   My heart just can't get enough peace to tell my mind to stop thinking about him.

   Why? I had known him for more than three years and I never even noticed him, and now that he's taken, I started to like him. God, why are you doing this to me?

    I should walk away before anyone notices me. It just hurts so bad and I don't understand why! It drives me insane. Do I really love him that much? No, it's impossible. I'm only 14, I don't know what love is yet. I don't know anything about it.

   I hate that I have to sit next to him in all my classes. It just makes me want him more, and that's so wrong!

                                ~~~

    After I got home from school, I took my phone out. I could not for the life of me get Jack out of my mind.

    I played on my phone for a bit, until I got a brilliant idea.

     I opened Google and typed in "Jack An..." Then I stopped. All that was popping up was "Jack Anderson".

    I stood there for a second.

    "Ah, yes! I remember now! I saw him on the news. He died in a car accident or something." I thought.

    I got intrigued by this subject so I cliked "Jack Anderson".

    There were a lot of articles about him. The one I read was written years ago. I was shocked about his story:

    "He had an abusive father who would beat him almost everyday because the teacher's daughter would make false accusations about stealing money from her. The teacher claims she had "no idea that this was happening" and that she "will punish her daughter severely." Unfortunately, they wanted their identity hidden from the world, so we can't provide more information.
    After Jack's grandfather found out about what was happening at home, he went to the police to take custody of him and get the boy's parents in jail. Unfortunately, while the boy and his grandfather were crossing the street, a car hit them both. Jack died instantly, while his grandfather, mr. Anderson, was taken to the hospital. He claims he "suddenly forgot what was happening and couldn't move". After that he woke up in the hospital. He died right afte he was released. The ambulance found him on a bench, "sleeping peacefully", as described by the people walking by. He was burried right next to his only grandson.

    Jack's dad, mr. Tony Anderson, was sent to jail for child abuse. His mom, Mrs. Melinda Anderson, claims she "knew nothing about what was going on" and that she is "devastated by the news". She is currently married with a man named Frank Anffers and is under medication for a very rare mental disease named..."

    That's all I got to read before my mom called me for lunch.

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      It's late at night, and all I can think about is Jack Anderson, and the fact that I heard the name Anffers before. It's my crush's name... Jack Anffers. A-are they somehow related? There is no way. It must be a coincidence, for sure.
  
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    The next day, the first thing I did in the morning was to take my phone and read the article from yesterday.

    I found out it was deleted. I was staring at the screen like an idiot.

    "What do you mean 'This article doesn't exist'!?" I shouted. I tried refreshing the page, but it was worthless.

     Being sad over it, I entered another article which was more recent.

     "Mrs. Melinda Anffers currently has a fourteen year old kid, unfortunately, she refused to reveal his name."

    "Huh. Weird. This article doesn't have half the information the other one had. I wonder..."

   I entered another article. It was the same. No other article had as much information as the one I read first. I'm so glad I was able to read it before it got deleted.

     "Wait. Fourteen year old kid?! No way... I don't think that's a coincidence...It just can't be! My crush is...Oh my God!

    What do I do now? Who do I tell? No one would even believe me... What would even be the point in telling someone this...?"

    I started panicking.

   "Wtf do I do?" I kept asking myself.