Breaking point

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Jackson has almost always been utterly alone, when his mom died during child birth, his dad hung himself just days later, when it looked like Jackson wouldn't make it either. Due to some unknown miracle, his heart nearly doubled its tiny size over night. When the nurses went to call his dad, a police officer came in with the news. His dad had called the police at 2 in the morning telling them what he was doing. When Jackson was 11-years-old he was adopted by a rich family who had lost their only son in a car wreck. His new mom, Jane, was sweet and gave him everything. His dad, Justin, loved fishing with him and playing catch. Jackson had never felt so loved. At the orphanage everyone picked on the weakest nerd with little to lose. Now, the love and attention was overwhelming, but he still felt alone. Those people weren't really his family. Sure, they loved him like their own and they sent him to a great school that challenged him. When he was 15, he wanted to study biology, and they got him a laboratory complete with everything. But they were still distant, like everyone. He didn't know why. At school, it was the same thing, the students wouldn't even make eye contact and the teachers hated him, even though he did everything they asked when they wanted it done and always came top of the class. Then, on his lonely 16th birthday, he woke up ready for the new day. He went down stairs expecting a big breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a fluffy slice of toast. No one was there. Confused, he went back to bed, Maybe they were still sleeping because their alarm broke. Still,something didn't feel right. He just shrugged it off and fell back asleep. He woke up at around noon. Something wasn't right. He walked into his adoption parents room. Immediately he froze. They're eyes closed, like they were still sleeping. Dried blood pored out from deep slits in their throats. He came out of his paralysis and ran. A bulky man  with a mask resembling that of a swat helmet but said Mobile Task Force instead of SWAT, walked out of the shadows blocking the door. He pulled out a radio transmitter and spoke into. "I have found the child" and punched him. He was out cold before he hit the floor.

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