Half Dead Isn't What I Planned On Being

This is a Jonas fan fiction.

A/n: I am not a Jonas brothers fan, they're good at what they do, but I don't like them personally, this is FAN FICTION. And don't get mad at me because of the outcomes of things in the story, this is not another Jonas Brothers love story.

Nick POV

I sat in bed, letting myself to think, I was definitely becoming bored of these useless lives and senseless conversations. Joe was somewhere ironing his hair, but I didn't care much, I couldn't stand Joe. Yeah, I Nick Jonas can not stand my brother Joe. Its all because the fame reached his head first, he's conceited, cocky, and straight up obnoxious at times. He wanted this, and he would pay the price to have it all, even if that meant our lives, privacy, and childhoods. I had once loved music, when I did it because of happiness, now Joe forced me into music, he forced me to sing, and play, you did not want to get in the way of Joe Jonas when he wasn't getting what he wanted. I hated music now, it only meant that I couldn't live, without being crowded by shrieking over obsessive fan girls. Tonight we had just another sold out concert, and soon Joe would go on another power fueled rage rampage.
"Nick" I heard him yell, Kevin caught my eyes, he was getting dressed and looking at me sadly. Kevin wasn't that bad, no, not as bad as Joe. Kevin felt he had to protect me from everything, but he was weak. Joe stormed into my bedroom, and shot me a glare.
"Why aren't you dressed Nick" he yelled, in his diva voice. I knew what was coming now, but I shrugged.
"Show doesn't start for two hours, and meet and greets are in an hour. The tour bus isn't even here Joe" I said weakly. Suddenly, his lips curved into a menacing smile.
"Oh Nicholas, darling dear, you don't learn do you" he asked, his voice seemingly calm.
"Joe...please" Kevin said softly, Joe shot him a glare, which made Kevin stumble back in fear. I could feel the fear wrap around my spinal cord. Joe came to the edge of the bed, and grabbed an armful of my curls, pulling me up to my knees to meet his eyes.
"Joe... that hurts" I whimpered, knowing he wasn't done. He was smirking madly now.
"Aw, Nicky, that hurts you" he asked, pulling sharply. He pulled me off my bed, and slammed me into the nearby wall.
"Joe...please" I whimpered, he cackled, and pushed me onto the floor, where he contemplated on what to do to me next. He grabbed a ball of my hair again, pulling me up. He looked at my hand, and grabbed it.
"Id break it, but its much too precious, eh Kevin" he asked our older brother, who was watching us both. I hated Kevin, for not trying. I met his eyes, and I knew that gaze, his apologetic gaze.
"Joe" Kevin mumbled, now looking at Joe, who was still smirking. He kissed my hand gently with a small smile.
"Can't play guitar without a hand" he noted, laughing lightly. He circled around my trembling body. Deciding where to inflict pain. He kicked my rib cage sharply, and I whimpered.
"Nicky, I've got a new idea, since I can't beat you because of the show" he purred, smiling at me. He pulled me up by my hair again, hitting me against the door as we walked out. We walked into the kitchen, and he grabbed a napkin and a box of matches. He yanked my shit off, exposing fresh bright purple bruises, and cuts running across my thin chest. I could see his eyes linger on my chest, he ran his hand across every scar.
"You know Nicky, I love you, that's why I hurt you, I want you to learn" he said softly, now running his hands across my curls.
"Then don't hurt me Joe" I said softly, I hated him, but he was my brother, and at times I remembered how he was before all this.
"I can't do that Nick" he said, looking as he lit a match and pressed it into the napkin. He grabbed my hair and twirled the fire in his fingers. And I was scared but could do nothing, I was only a mouse in the eyes of a predator. He grabbed the burning napkin and ran it over my skin, burning it lightly. He blew it off. He turned on yet another napkin, and I tried shuffling away from the flame but he pressed it into my skin now, and I could feel it burning right through me. I hadn't even realized I had been screaming. He pulled it away and put his hand on my lips.
"Sh, Nicky" he said softly, stroking my long curls. I knew Kevin was watching.
"Joe, why" I asked, almost melting to his now kind gentle touches. He chuckled darkly.
"Because we are living the dream Nicky" he said gently, then he leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, gently, running his hand through my hair.
"Now Nick, go get dressed, we have to go" his tone returned to his casual arrogance, and I remembered why I hated him so. And now I could feel the erupting pain of the burns on my chest , but I had to get dressed or I knew their would be much more to come.