The first time his visions – as he liked to call them – started, Jack was only eight years old. Thank god, that was quite a good thing he saw. No horror, no blood, no screaming, just some happy tears. If that would’ve continued that way he would feel happy. Sure, it was disturbing, he didn’t know when the next vision will come up right in front of his eyes, but as long as it was something good, he didn’t actually mind.

First time he saw something not so pleasant, he was around eleven. It wasn’t the worst of all following, but by that time, he thought it was the worst and to be true, it actually was, because it was the first one that kept some sadness, anger and fears. And to be even truer, he was scared himself, not just the woman he saw.

“No, please! You can’t take them away from me! I promise, I’ll change, I just need more time! They are my everything!” tears streaming down her face.

“You should’ve thought about that before you took that needle in your hand,” he spat back, looking down at his wife. How Jack knew who they were to each other, he still doesn’t know. She crawled closer to him, her greasy hair falling over her once so beautiful face.

“Please, just give me more time,” she almost whispered, trying to get a little sympathy from her husband and clutching his expensive black pants with her dirty fingers.

“I said No!” his palm connecting with her pale skin made a loud noise in quiet room, “you want them to grow up seeing their mother like this? You want them to think that this is normal?”

Another loud cry echoed through Jack’s mind as he slowly came back to his world.

He tried to get back. As scared as he was, he still wanted to know what happened next. Did he slap her again? Did he just leave her there crying over her lost children? He shut his eyes, trying his hardest to get back, but nothing happened.

It all became worse once he started his first year in high school. There are a lot of people who can touch Jack. Just the lightest skin on skin touch can take him to other persons most emotional moment of life. He fears these moments, because during his high school years he has learned that kids there are just mean. They say mean things to each other, they think mean things and some of them even do mean things to others. They are more than sure that no one sees them during their actions and sometimes they’re right, but sometimes they are seen. Sometimes Jack sees. Most of the time he hopes he doesn’t.

That one time he got beat up, he knew there would be some serious consequences, but not to them, who beat him. Jack knew there might be the day he will see what he’s doing, what he’s feeling and thinking that moment and he feared that day. Thanks to some sort of Greek gods that day was long ahead him and when that day came he was in his last year of high school. He still watched that guy in school, still followed his actions in school, but he never felt anything coming from his mind right in Jack’s.

Though one late night that changed. Jack woke up with strange pleasure pulsing through his veins. He knew it wasn’t his own, before even the pictures started to form in front of his dark room.

That girl was screaming and trying to hit him, but god that turned him on even more. Few minutes ago it seemed like she wanted this to happen, but now she tried to get away. Guess she like it rough. Well, if that’s what she wants than that’s what she’ll get.

He held her wrists together with one hand, other pulling down her bright red lace underwear. If she wouldn’t want this than why to wear so gorgeous underwear? Obviously she wanted this to happen.

Alcohol cursing through his body and her disobedience running straight to his cock made it all so much better to him. He spread her legs and pushed inside her, enjoying her screaming. Tears started to run down her cheeks, but he ignored that, swimming in pure sea of pleasure. He fucked her fast, hard and rough, just like she wanted it and came inside her with one last push.

Still holding her arms, he pulled out and leaned down to kiss her, but as an answer he got spit on his face. His lucky star had turned its back to him and anger cursed in his veins, replacing pleasure.

“You dirty bitch! We both know you wanted this, why to try and deny it!” his free hand shot into air…

Jack’s eyes came back to his room, not used to the darkness. Even if he didn’t see what happened next, he knew that. That was more than obvious. He hated that feeling of pleasure still settled deep in his own gut, but he knew it will soon disappear, like all other feelings from visions did.

Needless to say that next day Jack didn’t see that girl at school. He wanted to know what had happened to her, but it was useless to ask someone. No one would know and even if would know – they wouldn’t tell that to him.

Maybe he should’ve worried more about what had happened to her, what that guy had done to her, but during years he got used to that feeling that he never found out how it all ended. For him there had been only two visions with end and he didn’t quite enjoy them. That feeling wasn’t pleasure, happiness or fears. There was nothing. Just silence in his mind and ears, not a single sound. No breathing, no sobbing, not even darkness in front of him. There was nothing.

Few months passed, girl was back at school and everything was just as normal as before. Almost. There was this guy. Jack didn’t know him, knew just his name, but that was enough for Jack. His name was Alex and it wasn’t like Jack would watch him. No. He just sometimes went the same way as the said guy. Sometimes he run into him, accidentally, of course and this was the only time he didn’t care if Alex would touch him, because some part of Jack wanted that. Some part of him wanted to know what happened to that guy.

The boy was always so quiet around others. Never talked to anyone, only when asked and Jack’s mind was clear. It almost felt as the guy was already gone, but Jack shook that thought out of his head. Sometimes the boy was startled by someone and to Jack’s eye that looked too easy. But then again, there was nothing that would run through his mind. He almost waited when someone would startle the boy again. He just wanted to see if there really was nothing on Alex’s mind.

Every night he would go to bed thinking about mysterious boy. Thinking if he was okay. Thinking, and secretly hoping, that maybe this night something would happen. That maybe this night he might see something. He didn’t ask for anything much, he didn’t want Alex to be in pain or hurt, he just wanted to see something behind his façade.

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He woke up with a strong pain in his left side. He looked down, but didn’t see any wound on him although he clearly remembered every cut, every bruise and new wound that this gross looking man caused to him. That dream was too real. Kind of felt like Alex would be there, but he had never had dreams about anything like that. They were always like visions. He was always awake when that happened. Never in dreams. And the weirdest part – he didn’t remember what happened. Just some guy, pains and wound on him.

He jumped out of bed checking himself again to make it sure that his body didn’t have any wounds on it. As he started to calm down the hard pain hit him again on his left side and he fell to floor pulling his knees up to his chest. He closed his eyes, hoping it will make the pain to go away, but it didn’t. It revealed to him new scene.

It was dark around and he couldn’t see anything, but he felt that the man was still here, looking down at him and admiring his job. He knew that this day will come, he had waited for it, but he still was scared. He didn’t want to meet this man, didn’t want to feel what he had prepared for Alex.

He felt blood running down his cheek and soaking his hair, he felt his cut arm pounding in pain, but the worst was his left side. He was sure that the man had broken his ribs. As he tried to move he felt man’s foot on his neck and he looked straight into man’s sick looking eyes. He leaned closer to Alex and looked back into his eyes. Deeper than it was possible for normal human being.

“I know that you’re watching me, boy,” he hissed in Alex’s eyes and broke his neck with one last step on it.

He opened his eyes, coughing and trying to get some air in his lungs, but it seemed impossible. He started to choke on air and he started to feel dizzy.

As he fell unconscious, somehow it felt that the man was standing right there with unreadable smirk on his face.

Notes

My mind is a dark place, you don't want to be there *evil laugh*

But seriously, what do you think about this???
I liked it when I wrote it as my homework [it was shorter, most of it I put in now. back then it was short, but I still loved it ;D], but I didn't want to leave like that - just a homewrok - so I decided to do something more with it ;D