The white streak

I knew jack had something on his mind, but I just carried on talking, maybe that’s all he needed someone to focus on so he doesn’t get dragged into a depressed state, Even if I made a slight difference to his life that was good enough for me.

God I talk about him like I know everything about him!

I suppose he’s just easily readable.

We carried on chatting about pointless things, I don’t think either of us were paying attention to the conversation, he seemed like he was in a world of his like I was at this moment in time, I didn’t mind, I was able to talk think and look into his deep eyes and just admire every inch of him

Just as I was about to spring up anther random conversation, I saw jack throw his head up to the sky and open his mouth gasping for breath, He looked like he was having and anxiety attack but much more serious, and not even natural, his skin went as pale as paper and he was just stood for a few seconds, I watched as his big ol’ eye’s rolled in to the back of his head I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me, I knew at that moment jack wasn’t normal, not in a look at the weird one lets bully him kind of way but, holy fucking shit this kid needs some fucking help, I felt like I’d seen this kind of behavior before, Like I’d been around people who did this before from my childhood, and not just one person but multiple people that all linked back to what my father did.

Ah fuck what did he work as when I was little!? I need to remember maybe it’ll help me with Jack!

I was so shaken up by his obscured wriggling near the stairway we’d been stood for hours. Finally his head gradually made it’s way back to its normal place.

His eyes were blacker than before and his mouth slightly gaping open, he looked just as horrified as I felt, the boys hair had grown whiter and whiter, like he’d just had a touch up…

Fucking hell that was quick I chuckled to myself.

I don’t know why I was making jokes jack obviously had a serious problem, after a moment or two of awkward silence I finally managed to stutter out a frightened sentence

“W-w-what the bl-blo-bloody f-fuck was that jack-k” I felt weak for him, not in a selfish way, but just watching him struggle and knowing I couldn’t do anything really took my energy too.

As I awaited Jacks response I saw tears fill his waterlines and just as he was about to break into heartbreaking sobs, he turned emotionless and sprinted as fast as his long legs would carry him away from me.

I turned to run after him, but thought the worst of it. What the actual fuck was that and why the hell have a seen people do that before, what did my dad do!

After a long mental recall I finally realized what he did…

He had studied demonology for 5 years and used to perform exorcisms…

How could that possibly relate to Jack though!

This seemed like a bit of an over reaction, I’m sure there’s more of a logical reason to what happened just a few minutes ago.

I’m just over thinking it. Jack wasn’t possessed.

I quickly dismissed the idea from my head and started to walking to music which I was 15 minutes late for… I doubt jack would be there though.

As I walked I started to query all the possibilities to what it could be, He really needs my help, but I doubt he wants it.

Notes

Sorry i haven't updated in a while i've had a severe case of writers block and i've been revising as well for my upcoming exams.
If anybody 'needs' hints what will happen in chapters to come you can snapchat me Alex_thelion99 I don't have kik or anything like that because my phones not got much memory but that another story anyway (into the woods quote oh dear)
I hope you peeps like it, lemme know what you think
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