A Love Like War
Down Fall Of It All.
Jack
Three months. It’s been three whole months since I called it off with Alex. And I’m going to admit right now, I hated life without him. Ever since that day, everything just went downhill for me. My grades have been slipping and I have been more stressed than ever, which leads to me smoking more often. Plus, I have been seeing Alex hanging out with the Brendon kid. Who might I add, Alex never talked to when we were together, even if he did tell me a few times at how cute he thought he was. Oh, and to top things off, I haven’t been able to focus during practice and games, and coach has been getting on me about it lately, so there is a pretty good chance I’ll be kicked off the team. If that happens, I would have officially lost everything good in my life. Hell, lacrosse is the only good thing in my life right now.
I was currently at lunch, sitting with Zack and most of the lacrosse guys, but I wasn’t eating. If I was honest, I haven’t ate in a few weeks. I’m pretty sure everyone has noticed something is up with me, but no one will say anything because they know I’ll just blow up and storm off.
After lunch, we had to rush out to the field for a mid-class practice. No one really cared when we had practice, we all loved it too much to care anyways
My mind drifted off as coach was talking, like it has been for the past three months. Every time it did drift off, it anyways went to one person. Alex. Speaking of Alex, I noticed that he has been gaining weight, and rubbing his stomach a lot. Something a pregnant person would do. But I knew he couldn’t be pregnant, he got the abortion, I know he did. At least, I think he did. I was broken from my thoughts as my phone started ringing in my pocket.
“Jack! What’s the rule about phones at practice?!” Coach shouted at me.
“Sorry coach. Didn’t know I had it on me.” I said as I slowly took it out of my pocket.
“That’s it Barakat, you’re done for the day. Go wash up and get back to class!” He shouted again. I let out a sigh and turned around. Answering my phone and picking up my lacrosse equipment bag. I held the phone to my ear as I walked back into the building, and going to the locker room.
“Hello?” I questioned into the phone.
“Hello. This is Officer Stevens, may I speak to Jack Barakat please?” The person spoke, making me confused. Why would an Officer be calling me?
“Uh, this is he.” I said as I slid down the wall and sat in the corner of the locker room.
“I regret to inform you that your parents have been in a horrible car crash. They both died on impact.” He said, voice full of sympathy. I didn’t reply. All I did was throw my phone across the room and brought my knees up to my chest, resting my arms on them and let the tears fall. This was it. My whole life is coming to an end. I’m losing everything I ever cared about. First I lose my baby. Then I lose the love of my life. My grades, lacrosse, and now my parents. The worst part is, that it’s all my fault. I lost Alex because of my own stupid mistakes. I regret walking out of the hospital when I did. If I could, I would take it all back. But I can’t. I can’t because I’m not in the right mind to just go up to him and apologise, beg for him to take me back. Plus, he has already moved on. I always see him laughing and joking around. Looking at the Brendon kid like he is the best thing that has ever happened to him.
Maybe Brendon can give Alex a better life than I ever did. I do hope so. Alex deserves the world. Something I can’t give him. I always wondered what he seen in me anyways, I always acted up, we share a lot of common ground, but I still don’t understand why he dealt with me for so long. Hell, just look at me now. Sitting in the corner of a locker room crying my eyes out. How pathetic can I get? I wonder if anyone would miss me if I was gone. Most likely not. Maybe that’s what’s for the best. End all the pain I’m hiding on the inside. Just end everything, not deal with it face on. I could never deal with pain by myself, Alex always helped me through all the hard times. Not once have I dealt with it alone. I can’t do it. It hurts too much to watch my life slip away and crumble into small bite size pieces.
I now knew what I had to do. And no one was going to stop me. I don’t care who they are.
“Jack?” A voice questioned my name from in front of me. A voice I knew all too well.
Three months. It’s been three whole months since I called it off with Alex. And I’m going to admit right now, I hated life without him. Ever since that day, everything just went downhill for me. My grades have been slipping and I have been more stressed than ever, which leads to me smoking more often. Plus, I have been seeing Alex hanging out with the Brendon kid. Who might I add, Alex never talked to when we were together, even if he did tell me a few times at how cute he thought he was. Oh, and to top things off, I haven’t been able to focus during practice and games, and coach has been getting on me about it lately, so there is a pretty good chance I’ll be kicked off the team. If that happens, I would have officially lost everything good in my life. Hell, lacrosse is the only good thing in my life right now.
I was currently at lunch, sitting with Zack and most of the lacrosse guys, but I wasn’t eating. If I was honest, I haven’t ate in a few weeks. I’m pretty sure everyone has noticed something is up with me, but no one will say anything because they know I’ll just blow up and storm off.
After lunch, we had to rush out to the field for a mid-class practice. No one really cared when we had practice, we all loved it too much to care anyways
My mind drifted off as coach was talking, like it has been for the past three months. Every time it did drift off, it anyways went to one person. Alex. Speaking of Alex, I noticed that he has been gaining weight, and rubbing his stomach a lot. Something a pregnant person would do. But I knew he couldn’t be pregnant, he got the abortion, I know he did. At least, I think he did. I was broken from my thoughts as my phone started ringing in my pocket.
“Jack! What’s the rule about phones at practice?!” Coach shouted at me.
“Sorry coach. Didn’t know I had it on me.” I said as I slowly took it out of my pocket.
“That’s it Barakat, you’re done for the day. Go wash up and get back to class!” He shouted again. I let out a sigh and turned around. Answering my phone and picking up my lacrosse equipment bag. I held the phone to my ear as I walked back into the building, and going to the locker room.
“Hello?” I questioned into the phone.
“Hello. This is Officer Stevens, may I speak to Jack Barakat please?” The person spoke, making me confused. Why would an Officer be calling me?
“Uh, this is he.” I said as I slid down the wall and sat in the corner of the locker room.
“I regret to inform you that your parents have been in a horrible car crash. They both died on impact.” He said, voice full of sympathy. I didn’t reply. All I did was throw my phone across the room and brought my knees up to my chest, resting my arms on them and let the tears fall. This was it. My whole life is coming to an end. I’m losing everything I ever cared about. First I lose my baby. Then I lose the love of my life. My grades, lacrosse, and now my parents. The worst part is, that it’s all my fault. I lost Alex because of my own stupid mistakes. I regret walking out of the hospital when I did. If I could, I would take it all back. But I can’t. I can’t because I’m not in the right mind to just go up to him and apologise, beg for him to take me back. Plus, he has already moved on. I always see him laughing and joking around. Looking at the Brendon kid like he is the best thing that has ever happened to him.
Maybe Brendon can give Alex a better life than I ever did. I do hope so. Alex deserves the world. Something I can’t give him. I always wondered what he seen in me anyways, I always acted up, we share a lot of common ground, but I still don’t understand why he dealt with me for so long. Hell, just look at me now. Sitting in the corner of a locker room crying my eyes out. How pathetic can I get? I wonder if anyone would miss me if I was gone. Most likely not. Maybe that’s what’s for the best. End all the pain I’m hiding on the inside. Just end everything, not deal with it face on. I could never deal with pain by myself, Alex always helped me through all the hard times. Not once have I dealt with it alone. I can’t do it. It hurts too much to watch my life slip away and crumble into small bite size pieces.
I now knew what I had to do. And no one was going to stop me. I don’t care who they are.
“Jack?” A voice questioned my name from in front of me. A voice I knew all too well.
Notes
So, this is a look into Jack's life for the past three months. Kinda horrid right? Poor guy.
Who do you guys think the voice belonged to?
~Jagk.
Wow that story was amazing. It was so shocking.
5/19/16