JACKS P.O.V.

The moment Y/N walked against the wall, you where laughing like you never did yet not in amusement of the funny side. A voice in your mind whispers in your ear to throw her against the wall, head first.

You ignore the feeling in your chest, the part of your soul that wants to listen. The shadow of your evil personality catches all the lights in your eyes.

The energy you waste on holding your bad voice only a timbre makes you cringe. You feel the sweat run over your skin, travelling like a lost ship that is predict to drown in the deep ocean.

Your sight gets dull; you know the voice is trying to take over your soul. You have to fight, stay awake. If you are not doing it for yourself, do it for your loved once. Do it for Y/N, or Mark.

The Demon forming in your heart has beaten your skin, you feel like being completely paralyzed yet finding yourself able to move. Your muscles are tensing up, you are afraid of the thing within you.

Your head is almost exploding, the pain is unbearable and you cringe loudly. It hurts; you could describe the feeling like laying your hand into a burning fire, or falling over the big rocky stones in your garden.

Your eyes are giving up the fight and It takes them over, you cannot hold him out because he already got too far. You want to stop him, push him back to the deep abyss he came from but you are too weak.

The eyes that belong to you are getting burned from the inside; you want to scream so badly you also want nobody to know. You have these feelings often, particularly in your nightmares.

Y/N is still giggling, you hear her soft laugh. You love her laugh so much. You are happy that she kissed you, that she loves you and that she is...

Yours.

The dark thing is backing of slightly but you miss your change of taking the lead again. The monster grabs your consciousness and you close your eyes in torture.

Once you open your eyes again, your sight changed. The colour vanished from the world which makes everything look cold and dead. The only thing It let you see is the greyness and darkness of everyone.

You look around, taking things in another way. You see your most loved one smiling at you. Her normally E/C shining eyes are grey and her cherry lips are sealed with a deadly black border and filled with the colour of shadows.

You hear her say things you could never forgive her: 'I hate you Sean. You are miserable, you are so weak.' Her voice screams and breaks everything left of you.

Her voice is cold and emotionless, hard and killing like Satan. If you forgot she was human, she would easily be mistaken as Satan's daughter.

Her soft appearance makes the words hit you even harder, murdering you just by staring you in the face. The dark found your weak spot. The one place you never show to the world.

You try to convince yourself that she is not saying those things, that it is not her, that it is just the voice. But it sounds so real.

The most pities thing is that you know she is right, you know that you are miserable and weak. You are always described as a fighter, but you are just the opposite.

As the evil takes over your sight, the elevator comes down. The loud pings would normally slap you into reality but it doesn't, it let you suffer for eternity.

The doors open, It is celebration his victory and you give up completely. You cannot fight anymore; you do not have the energy to do so.

You are seeing the world through the eyes of the dark, which is now controlling your mind. You feel the pain setting up harder, like venom that rushes in your veins, burning your heart to a pile of ash.

You lose complete control of your body and mind. You cannot stop him, now he can do all he wants. You are unable to holds your eyes open, it hurts too much.

The devil tugs open your eyes, he demands you to watch and you have to obey. You cannot disobey him, he is the leader. You stare into the iron cache of doom, as your sight starts to change again.

Instead of seeing the cold and abandoned elevator, you see your best friend and something else. You want to close your eyes, stop looking but you are torn apart by pain.

You see Mark in the elevator, the day you helped him getting up to Matthias. His skin is white like it was that day. His hair shines not fiery red as normal; it looks like the flame had been quenched with water. He shivers all over his body, at least what is left of his body? His skin got wrapped tightly around his bones which make him look like a walking dead man.

Marks head stares down, you find yourself unable to look at his face but you think you can prise yourself lucky for that.

Next to him pose you, not the you that the mirror reflects but the you that does not comes out very often. Your hair is green, not neon green, dark green. Just like the green of the grass in Ireland, or the moss dying upon the water from Cold Autumn.

Your skin is like snow, white and dead. Your clothes are in your normal style yet covered in dark red blood. You get the taste of puke in your mouth; if you do not hold it back you will be vomiting over the floor quickly.

On the soil there leys a gun, 9 mm you predict. You know you are right, which makes you creep out. You swallow your vomit down, your face turns red in discuss. You look around in the elevator, your feet step into the iron monster but you are screaming you do not want to. You nervously stare at the walls, not knowing where you have to look.

Mark and Jack are still standing still; they do not see you as it seems. You hear the noise of fluid dripping down and look what is causing you to go insane.

The walls of the elevator are dirtied by a single sentence written over it: I claim him, Jack.

Then Jack looks up at you, Mark follows his lead. Their eyes are black, not only their irises but also the white part is darker then the sky at night.

You want to scream in fear, but your mouth won't open. You back off in anxiety but the corpses of Mark and yourself are walking towards you.

It is a big elevator so you have enough space, but not for long. If they keep coming closer, you will be dead. You scream again, this time you yank your jaws open, blood comes dripping from your mouth.

'Help!' you yell before the monsters silence you.

'Jack?' a soft voice asks you and you find yourself standing next to your loved one. You see the elevator and nod for a loud no.

'We take the stairs,' you decide before telling Y/N way.

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so this is the chapter with jacks nightmare, sorry if my afterthingy is shorter then normally. (i mean my A/N) i have it bizzy right now, i have written the story yesterday so it is not all new but he i am here right now.

love you cornflakes!

Stay BOSS!!!

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