run

I run.

I run fast.

I hear above me: Code silver

What the hell are all these codes?

"Mark Tuan!"

I hear them.

They're calling my name.

Shit.

One of them is blocking my exit.

There's more behind me.

Well I guess I'm fucked.

Wait a minute.

I can't give in.

I have to be with Jackson.

I look side to side.

There's a fire extinguisher.

I break the glass.

And I let it all go.

The foam or whatever it is, is everywhere.

I make my escape.

One more hallway to go.

Once I'm through here then home sweet home to Jackson.

I start to run again.

There's more guys in front.

I could break free.

Damn.

Their quick.

They're all locked up on me.

I hate it.

"Move! Get off of me!" I squirmed and fought.

"It's okay Mark. We'll make it better." That sneering smile on that bastards face.

He's holding it.

The syringe.

"No! Get away from me! You bastard!"

He came closer and closer.

The grips on me became tighter.

The screams from my throat became louder.

He's too close.

I step on one of the other guys shoe.

He loosened his grip.

I let my hand soar to the bastard's face.

His glasses go flying.

He groans.

"That wasn't nice Mark."

I spit on him.

He growls.

He jabs the syringe into my neck.

The fucker.

Everything feels weird now.

I hate this.

He's smiling.

Oh no.

I can't go to Jackson.

"Jackson."

"Shhh Mark. Jackson isn't here. Neither is Jinyoung. Go to sleep. When you wake up everything will be better."

He is here.

And why would he bring him up?

Such a bastard.

What do u mean doc? Why is Jinyoung involved? Hmmmm who knows?Thanks for reading! Baaaaaaayyyyyyyyiiiiieeeeee