wait

Mark POV

Jackson.

He told me to wait for him.

I'm so happy.

He spoke to me.

He said my name.

I'm ecstatic.

I'm waiting for him.

I want to see him.

No.

I need to see him.

He's coming to save me from these liars.

I knew I could trust him.

"Mark! Snap out of it!" I hear doctor Kim's voice.

He's in front of me.

"You zoned out for a while." He sighed and pushed his hair back. "C'mon you have to go back to your cell."

"No."

"You were so obedient for Jackson."

"Because he's Jackson."

He sighed again.

He grabbed my arm.

"I said no!" I snatched my arm out of his grip.

I don't want to go back to my cell.

"Mark, you have to go to your cell. You can come back out once Jackson arrives." He grabbed my arm again.

"Youngjae wouldn't want me back in there."

I'm sorry Youngjae.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

The liars didn't tell me anything.

I just wanted to know if Jackson was coming or not.

"It's okay." Doctor Kim's voice fades in. "Youngjae isn't mad. He forgives you."

"No he doesn't."

"Wow." I look up.

We're outside my cell door.

How'd we get here so fast?

He opens the door.

"Come on Mark. Just a couple more minutes then viola, Jackson's here."

Doctor Kim pushes me inside the room and slams the door behind me.

White.

All I can see is white.

I look down at the white Platnium jacket and sweatpants.

White socks.

White shoes.

Pale skin.

My hair is the only dark thing in this room.

It hangs over my eyes.

It's too damn long.

I see something move in the corner of the room.

There's a lump on one of the beds.

Youngjae.

I walk over to him.

As my footsteps approach him he gets smaller and smaller under his blanket.

He starts to whimper.

I start to smile.

I thought I was pathetic.

"Youngjae?" The lump jumps.

I can't help but laugh.

The lump starts to cry.

"Why are under there?" I start to pull the blanket.

"No! Leave me alone!" He slaps my hand away.

All I did was slap him.

Twice.

No maybe about 4 times.

"It's your fault you got slapped. You should've stayed out of my way." He can't know I feel sorry for him. The liars might use him against me.

"I-I just wanted to protect you. Your always getting punished. I-I don't like seeing y-you in pain." He talked in between tears.

Youngjae is a good guy. Why'd I have to slap him?

"Thanks. Stop crying it's creeping me out."

The lump disappears and I see Youngjae with bruised tear stained cheeks and a small smile on his face.

He's adorable.

I'll never be as cute as him.

Never.

I lay down on my "bed".

I hate being here.

It's like prison.

Shitty food.

Shitty people.

Rapists in the showers.

Uncomfortable beds.

This place is disgusting.

"Hyung?" I hear Youngjae's small voice.

"What?"

"Is he coming?"

"I think so."

"What if he doesn't?" I growled.

Youngjae must want to die too.

"I'm sorry hyung! I didn't mean to offend you!" He bowed repeatedly.

"Stop it." He stops.

"How about we just lay in silence."

He nods and obliges.

I stare at the white ceiling above me.

All I can hear is mine and Youngjae's breathing.

So peaceful.

I feel sleepy.

I haven't slept in a while.

I keep thinking of those damn images.

Why won't they go away?

I've been taking the medicines.

They should go away right?

No.

No.

Get away from me.

Stay away!

"No no no no! Stop! Don't touch me! You bastard! Go to hell! You bast-"

"Mark! Mark! Calm down! Wake up!" Someone holds me down.

No.

"No no no no no! Don't touch me! Let go!" I start to kick I feel tears run down my face.

Someone grabs my legs.

I scream.

"No! You bastard!"

I can't stop crying.

My body goes frantic.

"Shit. Get me his mask and epipen! He's having a seizure!"

I feel fingers on my neck.

My body goes more frantic.

I can't breath.

I didn't even see Jackson.

Something pricks my neck.

My body starts to calm down.

I feel air being rushed into me.

"J-J-Jackson."

"Shh. It's alright Mark. Jackson's here. When you wake up he'll be there."

He will?

Wonderful.

I'll be waiting.

Haaay! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. School is a bitch. Anyways, who do you think Mark was dreaming of and what did they do to him?Thanks for reading!Baaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiieee

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