𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 - 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐘

twenty seven

I stand up and see it.

There layed Jack, bloody and injured.

The windscreen of the car, smashed.

The muffled yelling and screaming yet the dead silence.

"J-Jack?" I say shaking as I walked closer to the accident.

"Jack!" I scream, scrunching up my face as tears poured out.

"N-No"

"No" I whisper to my self over and over again, shaking my head.

"That was meant to be me"

"I was meant to be dying"