‘“You bastard, how could you! We trusted you, this whole family trusted you!” His screams fall onto death's ears. Blood drips from his face as he looks up from the ground. The falling sun made its way through the windows of the old church. The man before him stared down at him. His eyes were as dead as the coming night, and his fist tightened onto the knife in his right hand. He sighed before looking up at the ceiling. Oh, what has he done? He can't waste any more time. He is running out of time. Maybe the man he worships all so often will grant him more.
“Don’t speak to me like that, boy. You don't know the sacrifices I made to protect this family.” The man's low, raspy voice spoke out, looking back down at the child before him. The kid lets out a pained laugh at the statement the man before him made. The child made eye contact with the man before him. The man who stabbed him. The man who said he ‘protects’ the family. His father.
“Sacrifices? You damned the family, the moment you swore to protect us!” The kid's voice getting louder with every word he spoke. The man lets out a shaken breath as his fury runs from his feet up to his head and in his veins. The boy gets up, steadily, his body shaking from the pain. “Why did mom marry you?” the boy whispers. “You had to ruin our lives!” he cried out, tears streaming down his face.
The man drops the knife, the dirty metal making a loud groan when hitting the ground. He rushes forward to the boy, gripping his shoulders and shaking him softly. “Jackson, my son. I didn’t ruin anything,” the man said quietly. As if he isn't trying to convince the boy before him but more so himself. The church was quiet. No one spoke a word. The sun is now long gone and the full moon made shadows in the ruined church. The man goes to give the boy, who we now know is Jackson, a tight hug. One of his hands was placed on the boy's head and the other rubbed comforting circles into the middle of Jackson’s back. Jackson silently cries into his father's chest, afraid to disrupt the silence the place brings. Why is Jackson crying? Pain? Desperation? Sadness? Nobody knows cause no one was there that night, only the two men. All that is known is a body falling and a small boy covered in blood. Then a sharp cry rang throughout the once quiet night.
Chapter One:
I awoke to the loud blaring of my alarm going off. Raising my fist, I pull it up as high as I can before slamming it down on the old alarm clock, successfully turning it off. I slowly got up into a sitting position, I bring my hands up to rub my eyes and let out a yawn, and stretched my arms over my head. I got out of my bed, before falling back down, my vision going out for a few seconds as I got incredibly dizzy. I slowly got up again. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out my outfit for the day. My black tee and blue ripped jeans. ‘Hell this is stupid, I don’t want to go to school’ I looked over to my clock. It's 6:38 am. I finished getting ready, I walked out of my room and knocked on my brother's door. “Get up,” I said loud enough for him to hear me. My left arm coming up and rubbing the side of my head, messing up my long, thick hair.
“Honestly you don't need to be yelling this early in the morning, boy,” my mom said as I walked into the kitchen. I mumbled a sorry before grabbing a serving of breakfast food. I sat down and began to eat. I heard footsteps as I looked up from my plate and saw my brother's bedhead. Slowly he sat down next to me as my mom placed his food in front of him. My brother only eats certain foods, so typically, to avoid a meltdown if we are being honest, mom makes him a separate meal. I scarfed down the food, and as soon as I finished eating. I got up and grabbed my school bag that rested on the old resting chair by the front door.
“Hurry up or we will be late,” I said over my shoulder. My brother finishes and also grabs his bag, “Bye mom” we both say in unision. Jacki is my little twin brother. I'm 2 minutes older. It’s not much, but I’m still older. As we left our old apartment, I passed by the garbage pile to the side of the apartment and the cracks in the sidewalk. The smell of the big city is familiar. I sighed. ‘Again I don’t want to go to school’ mumbling to myself. I looked over at my twin brother as we begin to walk to the city bus stop just a few blocks away. He was dressed in his usual black ripped overalls and light pink hoodie. His long black hair was in pigtails. Honestly, he gets mistaken for a girl sometimes. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, just nodding when the old lady at the convenience store calls him ‘miss’ for the millionth time. We, usually, let him do whatever makes him happy. I give him a soft smile, though he is too occupied, looking at the earlier morning sky. In all honesty, my mom and brother are the only things keeping me going. Not in a suicidal way. It's just I have done so much for them, stuff they don’t know about and stuff they have forgotten about. I shake my head at that. “Everything okay?” Jackie asked me, now looking at me. I nod my head and a wave of dizziness and nausea runs through my body and slowly everything begins to go black. My vision fades as I slowly lose feeling in my body. Ringing. I hear ringing in my ears. Pain shoots through the side of my body as I land on something hard. the Last thing I hear is my brother screaming, hurried footsteps, and more people talking loudly.
This is a part of chapter one of my passion and personal project of a book I'm writing. Though I’m taking a break from it, I do plan on writing more.