- The title was a quote that a three year old told me, believe it or not.
- Anyways, this is Jack's backstory, since all of you are doing one lol. @i-love-stan-the-man @lady-disturbia @fancytrancy @plasticlizard022 @baconluver143
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Tears ran down Jack's face, the burn of the embarrassment nothing compared to the burn of his father's fists on his body.
"You ignorant, little, child!" the drunk man screamed in between hits.
From what little nine-year-old Jack could see, through the salty tears and his bruised and puffy eye, his dad's knuckles were swollen, like he'd been punching anything that he'd saw. That's what it sure looked like, considering that there were broken glass vases on the ground and the pillows from the small fabric couch were scattered around them.
He had stumbled home, drunk and angry, with something in his hand...a butter knife? But..it looked sharper than a butter knife, and smaller. He'd dropped it on the couch before moving over to the boy and grabbing him, while he was hiding behind the bookcase.
Jack continued crying. He'd been beaten before, but tonight was worse than usual. He tried to protect himself by weakly raising his scarred, bruised, and bleeding arms over his head.
His dad must've been extremely sensitive, for some reason. He grabbed him by the wrists and yanked him up, forcing him to look into his burning brown eyes that swirled with chaos and hate. The pupil was contracted in disgust, and Jack was slammed against the wall with indescribable force, almost cracking his jaw.
Jack didn't understand, still. "What did I do-"
"You fu.cking annoying idiot!" Dad screamed. "I hate you! I hate you!"
The phrase was repeated in the little boy's mind a million times, digging deep into it like someone buried it with a shovel.
Jack gave up on trying to escape, and hung limply in his father's veiny arms as he became unconscious.
Dad dropped him to the ground and picked up the knife, slitting his own throat and watching as thick, red blood dripped down his chest and arms.
He smiled before he fell to the ground as well, glad that he was away from the divorce and the woman he had still loved that moved away from him, the car crash, the death, the debt, his son that he loathed, and the pain.
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Jack woke up in the morning in the neighbors apartment, that was next to his old one. He had been cleaned up a bit, but there were still scars lining his arms and decorating his body. One of his sapphire eyes that matched his mother's, was duller than the other, damaged from the punches.
"Where am I?" asked the weak and shaking boy.
"Oh, hello Jack," said the neighbor. "My name is Ms. Cill, but you can call me Alice." She smiled kindly, each of her teeth perfectly straight and white. "I came to pick you up after what happened last night with your dad."
She didn't mention that the police had came to investigate and help as well, just to make it a bit easier for him to understand. Alice had always known that Mr. Hives wasn't to be trusted for too long...
He looked a bit sad and confused. "Okay..." Jack whispered.
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Years later, at age seventeen, Jack remembered absolutely nothing. He'd smoked and had had enough pills to forget about the night when his father committed suicide, and even his pale scars on his body couldn't spark a memory.
He remained with Alice, his new caretaker and mother, until she died (for reasons unknown by Jack) when he was fourteen. When he stood at her lonely funeral that had only one guest, he quietly thanked her, in tears, for everything. He stared at her thin and wavy blonde hair and her long eyelashes that extended beautifully from her face.
This eventually led him to becoming bipolar, as he quickly became frustrated without help from anyone when he could not do something right. When he would imagine Alice helping him every day, her soft and kind voice that was nonexistent in reality slowly deepened to his father's harsh voice telling him to injure those that he disliked. Even though Jack didn't know who it was, he obeyed the orders and attacked four people, killing two of them. Jack became unattached from real life around him and became his own person, along with the dead hallucinations in his head.
Now, in the mental asylum, he realized another reason why he loved Alice so much, her name was so beautiful and it reminded him of his second mother.
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- Psh it sucks but ignore it, I got rushed towards the end lol. But...there you go I guess. XD
- Anyways, this is Jack's backstory, since all of you are doing one lol. @i-love-stan-the-man @lady-disturbia @fancytrancy @plasticlizard022 @baconluver143
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Tears ran down Jack's face, the burn of the embarrassment nothing compared to the burn of his father's fists on his body.
"You ignorant, little, child!" the drunk man screamed in between hits.
From what little nine-year-old Jack could see, through the salty tears and his bruised and puffy eye, his dad's knuckles were swollen, like he'd been punching anything that he'd saw. That's what it sure looked like, considering that there were broken glass vases on the ground and the pillows from the small fabric couch were scattered around them.
He had stumbled home, drunk and angry, with something in his hand...a butter knife? But..it looked sharper than a butter knife, and smaller. He'd dropped it on the couch before moving over to the boy and grabbing him, while he was hiding behind the bookcase.
Jack continued crying. He'd been beaten before, but tonight was worse than usual. He tried to protect himself by weakly raising his scarred, bruised, and bleeding arms over his head.
His dad must've been extremely sensitive, for some reason. He grabbed him by the wrists and yanked him up, forcing him to look into his burning brown eyes that swirled with chaos and hate. The pupil was contracted in disgust, and Jack was slammed against the wall with indescribable force, almost cracking his jaw.
Jack didn't understand, still. "What did I do-"
"You fu.cking annoying idiot!" Dad screamed. "I hate you! I hate you!"
The phrase was repeated in the little boy's mind a million times, digging deep into it like someone buried it with a shovel.
Jack gave up on trying to escape, and hung limply in his father's veiny arms as he became unconscious.
Dad dropped him to the ground and picked up the knife, slitting his own throat and watching as thick, red blood dripped down his chest and arms.
He smiled before he fell to the ground as well, glad that he was away from the divorce and the woman he had still loved that moved away from him, the car crash, the death, the debt, his son that he loathed, and the pain.
-
Jack woke up in the morning in the neighbors apartment, that was next to his old one. He had been cleaned up a bit, but there were still scars lining his arms and decorating his body. One of his sapphire eyes that matched his mother's, was duller than the other, damaged from the punches.
"Where am I?" asked the weak and shaking boy.
"Oh, hello Jack," said the neighbor. "My name is Ms. Cill, but you can call me Alice." She smiled kindly, each of her teeth perfectly straight and white. "I came to pick you up after what happened last night with your dad."
She didn't mention that the police had came to investigate and help as well, just to make it a bit easier for him to understand. Alice had always known that Mr. Hives wasn't to be trusted for too long...
He looked a bit sad and confused. "Okay..." Jack whispered.
-
Years later, at age seventeen, Jack remembered absolutely nothing. He'd smoked and had had enough pills to forget about the night when his father committed suicide, and even his pale scars on his body couldn't spark a memory.
He remained with Alice, his new caretaker and mother, until she died (for reasons unknown by Jack) when he was fourteen. When he stood at her lonely funeral that had only one guest, he quietly thanked her, in tears, for everything. He stared at her thin and wavy blonde hair and her long eyelashes that extended beautifully from her face.
This eventually led him to becoming bipolar, as he quickly became frustrated without help from anyone when he could not do something right. When he would imagine Alice helping him every day, her soft and kind voice that was nonexistent in reality slowly deepened to his father's harsh voice telling him to injure those that he disliked. Even though Jack didn't know who it was, he obeyed the orders and attacked four people, killing two of them. Jack became unattached from real life around him and became his own person, along with the dead hallucinations in his head.
Now, in the mental asylum, he realized another reason why he loved Alice so much, her name was so beautiful and it reminded him of his second mother.
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- Psh it sucks but ignore it, I got rushed towards the end lol. But...there you go I guess. XD
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