Post by Æschere on Sept 21, 2009 10:37:26 GMT -5
Y O U R H E A R T G R O W S C O L D E R S T I L L B E A T,
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F A C E T O T H E G R A V E W I L L T H E H E R O B E S A V E D ?[/color]
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Saved by the same hands, the same hands that frame life
Immediately, Jack opened his eyes, regretting his decision to do so. Had they remained closed, he could have pretended to be asleep. Or perhaps dead. Maybe they would bury him alive and replace his emotional suffocation with literal suffocation in a coffin six feet underground. Yes, dead would work out so much better. Either way, his eyes were now opened and he stared at the doorway as his mother's slim figure approached him. As she sat down next to him, on the side of the bed, he closed his eyes once again, sighing sadly.
"You should get up," she told him, running her fingers through his hair, "It's almost eleven..." Why the time mattered was beyond him. He had spent the past two weeks in bed, apart from the three concerts his father had forced him to perform at, and the haircut his mom had finally been able to schedule for him. These particular outings were the only times he had smiled or said a word in those weeks. He had even gone so far as to drop out of school, despite his family's disapproval.
He grasped the pillow that he had been holding on to, pressing it against his face and chin, staring at the wall. "Honey..." Leah said, sighing, "You need to get up if you want things to get any better" Jack ignored this, turning his back to her. She put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Just come downstairs for a little... I'll make you some coffee..." she kissed him on the forehead and left, leaving him alone once again. A tear ran down his cheek, falling onto the mattress beside him. His mother had taken a lot of time off of work to stay home with him and make sure that he was doing alright. The least he could fucking do was to get up and let her stop worrying for a couple of minutes. And that's what he did.
He pulled on a shirt and sweatpants before walking downstairs, greeted by the familiar smell of eggs and bacon in the kitchen. He sat down as his mother handed him a mug, filled to the top with coffee. He took a sip and muttered, "Thanks..."
Leah smiled slightly and said, "And he talks... That's an improvement..."
With a shake of his head, Jack slumped down on the table, burying his face in his arms, taking a few heavy breaths. He didn't look up for a while, not when his mother put his hand on his shoulder, not when she kissed him on the top of the head, and not when his dad walked down into the kitchen. They left him alone after that, they both went into the dining room to speak. Jack could hear muffled voices through the walls, and on occasion his name was spoken. He wasn't suprised, his mood had affected the entire household lately. Even Thor wasn't as perky as he usually was. As soon as this thought entered his mind, he sat up. He couldn't keep doing this to them, he loved them too much to see them suffer. He walked into the dining room and wrapped his arms around his mom, saying, "I'm going to... Going to go out... For a drive..."[/b]
"Honey, that's great!" Leah told him, kissing him on the cheek, "It'll do you some good..."
Jack nodded in agreement before walking back upstairs. He didn't want to tell her where he was really going, she'd only worry. He walked straight into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, frowning at his reflection. He much preferred his hair longer than the new, chin-length, layered cut. Though, from what he heard, everyone else preferred it shorter and it made him look ten times more respectable. He brushed through it once before washing his face and brushing his teeth, trying to look like he had at least something going for him. Walking into his bedroom again, he grabbed a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, quickly changing into them. He then looked around everywhere for a clean shirt, finally finding one in the back of his closet. He pulled on the red, v-neck shirt, and then put a leather jacket on over it. He looked the outfit over once and, satisfied, ran down the stairs and to his car.
He didn't have a plan, or even an idea of what he was going to say. All that he knew was that he had to be convincing. It amazed him that he hadn't done this sooner, he should have. He was turning into the neighborhood when he realized that Sam would be at school. Groaning, he pulled into her driveway and sat there for a moment. He was about to turn around when he realized that there was nothing to lose in talking to her father... Just to check in and see how she was doing. He parked the car and walked quickly up to the door, pressing the doorbell and standing there anxiously, drumming his fingers on his leg.
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