Jackson Fletch

Home was rough for him. He never admitted the truth to anyone on what went on behind those thick walls. Because of the past between them, he had distanced himself from their mother, but the aftermath was there whenever he would hurt his sister. He didn’t understand the concept of love. He knew it was wrong, but he never tried to control himself. Being a bully was the only thing that kept him from killing himself, his suicidal thoughts too strong from a deep depression he had suffered for many years since it started that morning when their father went away on a business trip. Despite his tough and rough exterior, he was a confused little boy deep down who wanted someone to save him.