Your P.O.V.

As your boyfriend pushes the cold iron door wide open, you look behind your back, a strange feeling of someone following you makes you cringe.

Is there someone in the shadows you are not seeing? Is there something crawling up behind your back, attacking you when you are at your weakest? Is it even something?

You get the thought out of your head and try to thing positive, like you mostly do. Jack is holding your hand while leading you towards the ends of the long stairs.

His cold hand is disturbing you, it does not feel like the warm hand you are used to yet it feels so known. You quickly look at your most loved one; he is not glancing back.

His blue eyes shine like a winter cold, not giving you any hint of affection. You want to snap your fingers and let him wake up, but you think you will only loose him more.

The dark is playing with him, you recognize that lost walk. It is when something is taking over your brain. And you have already lied down by its commands, you will fail 100%.

Without trust in yourself, there is no yourself. You need a voice in your head, a good one of course. A voice telling you how pretty you are, how good you treat the people around you and how amazing being friends with you is.

That voice seemed to have slipped Jacks mind. You want it to come back; you need it to come back.

Jacks pale skin is tanning itself in the sunlight, still has not turned its normal colour yet. The blue shirt and blue beanie makes the bags under his eyes pop out some less, they are visible but not that much.

Jack is "dragging" you to the end of the stairs, jumping up the high steps. He is doing the gym you could never to in mornings.

Once you reach the upper and highest part of the stairs, you are painting. You look, proud of your action, around and smile lightly.

Your most needed drug is not even breathing; at least that is how it feels. He is not heavily breathing as you, and looks like it was the simplest thing he has ever done.

You are scared of the fact he seems to be immune for any exhausted activity. The Jack you know would be lying on the ground, saying how hard it was to run up those stairs.

Not even a single drip of sweat has made his way through Jacks shirt. He looks unbeatable; it is thrilling you in some kind of way.

Jack just looks at you and stares back to the floor. You do not know what is going on, but you know you do not like it. You try to hold his hand but he pushes you away.

You look at yourself and think if you are not good enough, are there some things wrong about you? You come to the conclusion that there is nothing so wrong that could make you lose Jack.

Maybe there is nothing wrong about you, maybe it is Jack. he could be going insane, or you could.

Is there a slight change that the loneliness is driving your loved one to insanity? You hope you are not right, you just wish you are unable to read people by their appearances.

God has blessed you with this gift, but made it also a curse. You know something is off, you just do not know what. You look at your boyfriend again and again, hoping you find any hint that could tell you what is going on.

As you let your eyes go down his hands and fingers, you notice a ring he has never worn before. It is made from silver, in the middle a fiery shining diamante present itself.

You have never seen him wear that piece of metal before. You cannot remember it from any of the times you hold his hand. It seems not like an accessories Jack would pick by himself.

An odd thought runs through your mind: Maybe the ring is driving him crazy? You ask yourself and because it is such an insane question, you try do deny any answer that pops into your mind.

You want to help Jack so badly that you do not think about the impact anymore. You need his shield of coldness to come off, you need it to fall and shatter into splitters.

Jack is standing towards a corridor of the room, lonely and hoping somebody will take all his problems away. You want to be the hero so badly that you let the rules slide.

You walk up to your sweetheart, knowing he cannot resist you. you wrap your arms around his neck and seductively look at him, you hate to use your looks.

You are a stunning girl, but that does not mean you need to let anybody know. Besides your boyfriend probably already has figured out that you are pretty, you do not need to show it.

You softly run your hands down his shoulders and towards his arms; the fabric of his shirt is holding you back from losing your control.

Your fingers seem to have a life of their own and you are unable to stop them. They continue the not very through-thought plan.

As you cares the left side of Jacks cheek, he seems to not even see you. His eyes are dull; all of the life has been sucked out of him.

His skin is pale, like all the colours of live have left his body to die in the merciless black and white world. His once so very seductive smile has been completely vanished and removed from his face.

His head is hanging to the left side, like it could not take the weight of life anymore. as if it shot itself with a bullet and died on the scene.i

Just like a person who has been hypnotized, he looks at peace but you know he is not. His eyes are closed and he is standing there, resting his back towards the wall.

He is not moving, or making any hint that he is alive. You stare at his deadly pale face for a second and snap your fingers besides his ears.

He is not responding so you try the more aggressive method, you pinch his hand. You know how that feels, and you know it hurts.

Jack completely wakes up from his day slumber; he stares at you and cries. He cries as hard as possible, tears dripping down his face.

'What happened?' he asks you through his tears and you answer honestly.

'I have no idea.'

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thank you so much for the 900 readers. i know i have been gone long and i feel really bad because of it, but i want you guys to know it was not my intention to be gone that long. you have to know i will write less.

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