You're Lucky If Your Memory Remains; Chapter One
Title: You're Lucky If Your Memory Remains
Author: Christina, xtin91
Rating: I don't know. There's ~torture.
Pairing: Jalex
Summary: Who knew he was capable? Who knew he was this angry?
Warnings: uhm. torture. but it's not too bad.
Disclaimer: If this were real, we'd know about it.
Author's notes: Hope you enjoy it :)
The italics are Jack's point of view. Please realize that the two parts, normal and italics, are two different times. I hope you don't get confused.
I froze. It was light, but everything around me was so dark. I could see the faint reflection of my face on the glass as I looked up.
“Did you hear me? Stop breathing so heavily. Once you use up all your oxygen and strength you’re out of luck, Buddy.”
I was hearing the sound of a male, an older teenager, and it was so familiar.
“What’s going on? Where the hell am I?” I screamed and started to panic once again, until I remembered I needed to stay calm.
“Where do you think you are? I’ll give you one guess.” He said to me in a harsh tone.
I took a look around me. It was brown. Every once in a while I would see an ant or two. This would explain the earthy smell. As for the bad smell, well, lets just say I had an accident... or two.
“Under the ground?” I asked skeptically.
“Congratulations, you get to live as long as you can.” He stated, his comment dripping with sarcasm and I could hear a smirk in his voice.
I knew exactly who I was talking to.
“Why did you do this? Why am I here?”
“Well, Alex, let’s just say you can’t mess with my head anymore. I’ve taken over the spotlight, minus the fact that they sent out an Missing Persons Report for you. And we all know they won’t find you before its too late," He stopped to laugh.
“How did you even get me here?” I added before he started again.
“I drugged you in your sleep, carried you out the front door, placed you in my car, drove far away to the middle of nowhere, and put you in the ground.” I could hear footsteps over the top of my potential grave, and he began to jump. I was scared that the glass would break and spear me to death, which may I add, would be great right now.
“Alexander, I buried you alive, and you aren’t going to be saved by mommy or daddy this time.”
One police man accompanied me. I felt awkward and cold and sad, and I altogether just wanted to be at home surrounded by laughter and in a warm bed. Anywhere but here.
The handcuffs on my hands hurt and I wished I could move them, but they made sure I wouldn’t spazz out and hurt anyone. I didn’t think I was going to, but I wanted to.
“Jack Bassam Barakat?” he asked me.
“That’s me,” I mumbled.
“I would like to know why you did it. Care to explain?”
I looked around the room nervously. The big wall of black glass intimidated me, knowing my parents and his might be behind it, along with a few detectives.
“I thought I hated him.”
“Hated him? Why?” he looked at me with his eye brows raised.
“He was so competitive, always getting what I wanted. He would never let me live it down. I just snapped.”
Author: Christina, xtin91
Rating: I don't know. There's ~torture.
Pairing: Jalex
Summary: Who knew he was capable? Who knew he was this angry?
Warnings: uhm. torture. but it's not too bad.
Disclaimer: If this were real, we'd know about it.
Author's notes: Hope you enjoy it :)
The italics are Jack's point of view. Please realize that the two parts, normal and italics, are two different times. I hope you don't get confused.
I froze. It was light, but everything around me was so dark. I could see the faint reflection of my face on the glass as I looked up.
“Did you hear me? Stop breathing so heavily. Once you use up all your oxygen and strength you’re out of luck, Buddy.”
I was hearing the sound of a male, an older teenager, and it was so familiar.
“What’s going on? Where the hell am I?” I screamed and started to panic once again, until I remembered I needed to stay calm.
“Where do you think you are? I’ll give you one guess.” He said to me in a harsh tone.
I took a look around me. It was brown. Every once in a while I would see an ant or two. This would explain the earthy smell. As for the bad smell, well, lets just say I had an accident... or two.
“Under the ground?” I asked skeptically.
“Congratulations, you get to live as long as you can.” He stated, his comment dripping with sarcasm and I could hear a smirk in his voice.
I knew exactly who I was talking to.
“Why did you do this? Why am I here?”
“Well, Alex, let’s just say you can’t mess with my head anymore. I’ve taken over the spotlight, minus the fact that they sent out an Missing Persons Report for you. And we all know they won’t find you before its too late," He stopped to laugh.
“How did you even get me here?” I added before he started again.
“I drugged you in your sleep, carried you out the front door, placed you in my car, drove far away to the middle of nowhere, and put you in the ground.” I could hear footsteps over the top of my potential grave, and he began to jump. I was scared that the glass would break and spear me to death, which may I add, would be great right now.
“Alexander, I buried you alive, and you aren’t going to be saved by mommy or daddy this time.”
One police man accompanied me. I felt awkward and cold and sad, and I altogether just wanted to be at home surrounded by laughter and in a warm bed. Anywhere but here.
The handcuffs on my hands hurt and I wished I could move them, but they made sure I wouldn’t spazz out and hurt anyone. I didn’t think I was going to, but I wanted to.
“Jack Bassam Barakat?” he asked me.
“That’s me,” I mumbled.
“I would like to know why you did it. Care to explain?”
I looked around the room nervously. The big wall of black glass intimidated me, knowing my parents and his might be behind it, along with a few detectives.
“I thought I hated him.”
“Hated him? Why?” he looked at me with his eye brows raised.
“He was so competitive, always getting what I wanted. He would never let me live it down. I just snapped.”