Twins

Jacky stared at the box in front of him. He kept them at the table and was taking the bandage off his hands to clean the wound. It has eaten off into his arms a deep sore.

He groans as the took the bandage off.

Dust paced behind him. He didn’t wanna look at him. He wanted to have his gaze elsewhere. It was too painful and disgusting to look at it.

How did he get himself into such a mess? His arms need to be amputated else he might die from it.

“Give me the tissue.” He stretched out his hands to Dust. He stopped pacing and grabbed the tissue that was by his side and with his face turned he gave him the tissue.

He took them and wiped the wound with them.

His hands tightened around the tables and he was biting his lips.

“You should’ve killed me.” He said to him, he was the one who had caught him. He didn’t know how Jacky had found him and he had to plead for his life. When he wanted to kill.

He thought Wesley had sent him to him and then he remembered he was the one who had killed