Jack lay helplessly on the ground. Whenever he moved, his body would fill with pain. It hurt to cry, and it hurt to breathe. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, but it was beginning to get dark, and the air was growing colder. He pulled himself up off the ground, the pain excruciating. He couldn’t help but cry, usually it made him feel better, but not this time. He felt worthless. He felt like trash.

The walk home was long, and hard. He climbed the steps, stepping into the house dropping down onto the couch. His crying now turned into sobs, and it wasn’t because of the pain. No one cared about him. They used him as a punching bag. No one cared about his feelings, and that hurt the most. His own mother didn’t even care.

He made his way into the bathroom, opening up the cabinet. Sitting there in front of him was his escape. His easy way out. He grabbed the bottle of pills, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. He thought about the consequences, and realised there were less consequences than there were perks. He popped the top off the bottle, and poured the contents into his hand. Standing up, he made his way out to the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, and sat down at the table.

I wonder how long it’ll take for someone to find my body. He thought, as he popped the first pill into his mouth. He took a swig of water, washing the pill down.

No one will even care. He thought to himself again, popping in two more pills and washing them down with water.

“I’m so fucking worthless.” He said aloud to himself, the rest of the pills in his hand. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and he froze. There was another knock, before he finally heard the door open.

“Jack?” It was Alex. Jack was unsure of what to do, so he put the pills into his mouth. Alex came around the corner just as he did it, and he rushed over.

“Stop, what are you doing! Stop, Jack!” He shouted, putting his finger in Jacks mouth and pulling as many of the pills out as he could. “What are you thinking?” Alex said. He was crying. Why is he crying? Jack thought.

“Everyone would be better off.” Jack said, picking the pills up and raising them to his mouth. Alex hit his hand, making the pills scatter on the ground.

“What are you doing, Alex!” Jack shouted, dropping to the floor. Alex pulled him back up into a hug, but Jack resisted. Alex only held onto him tighter. “Let me go.” Jack said, trying to pull free of Alex’s grip. It was no use, so he finally gave up, hugging him back. He started to cry.

“What were you thinking, Jack?” Alex asked again, rubbing Jack’s back soothingly.

“I don’t know.” He said honestly. Jack sat back in his chair, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“How many did you take?” Alex asked, wiping his eyes.

“Three. You came just in time.” Jack said, smiling sadly. Alex sat quietly for a minute before leaning forward and kissing Jack hard on the lips. He didn’t realize what was happening, but soon he was kissing back with the same intensity. Jack brought his hand up to the back of Alex’s neck, deepening the kiss. Alex parted his lips allowing Jack entrance as Jack’s tongue swiped his bottom lip. Their tongues were tangling together, and soon they were both out of breath.

Jack pulled back, both boys flushed red. Alex smiled, and Jack smiled in return. “That was good.” Alex said, earning a laugh from Jack.

“I’m sorry.” Alex said after a long silence. “I want you to know that I didn’t go and see Lisa. I also want you to know that, you were right. We had, do have, a thing. More than a thing, I hope.”

Jack couldn’t help but smile at that. “It’s alright, Lex. I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“Now, may I ask, what’s wrong with your Jaw.” Alex asked, pushing Jacks head to the side gently.

“Zack.” He simply said. Alex touched the bruise, and Jack winced in pain. “Hurts.” He said. Alex kissed it gently, sitting back in his chair.

“He’s going to fucking pay.” Alex said angrily through his teeth. Jack shook his head.

“No, Lex. It’s okay.” Jack protested. Alex nodded his head.

“It’s not okay, Jack. One of these days, he’s going to kill you.” Alex said, standing up and pacing over to the couch. Jack followed suite.

“It’s alright, Alex. I’m okay.” Jack said, trying to change his mind. “I’m kind of tired, though. Are you going home or are you staying here tonight?” Jack asked, changing the subject. Alex turned around, leaning against the back of the couch.

“If you want me to, I’ll stay.” He said, a grin present on his face. Jack nodded.

“Yes, please stay.” Jack said, taking Alex’s hand, and leading him to the bedroom.

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