|Eight|

•Week Four• (7)

(Jack's POV)

(TW: Poorly written gore, angst, A LOT OF ANGST IM SORRY.....Other stuff probably.... Uh, read at your own risk I guess)

(Also this chapter is pretty long. Sorry.)

I was angry. All I could feel was burning fury, and it made my head hurt. How could Adam do this?

I was mad at him for dragging Alba into danger, but I was also angry he left us. He left me. (Well, I did yell at him to leave but that was after he planned on doing it anyway)

Was I not good enough?

Of course I wasn't.

Everything flooded into my mind, momentarily distracting me from my anger. I haven't done anything right, I've tried being helpful. I tried saving Adam at the circus, but he ended up having to save me. Was I really useless? I was. It was painfully obvious Ryan and Adam could do things better on their own. No wonder Adam doesn't want anything to do with me, he's doing everything he can to leave me.

I squeezed my eyes shut. My thoughts were hurting me, way more than any of the bruises on my body were.

After Adam had left us, we quickly figured out he had locked us in. Ryan managed to contact a doctor who let us out, and then I explained to Alba why she needed to leave. She was hurt and confused, and I couldn't blame her.

And now, after all that, Ryan left me, too. He said he was going to convince Adam that he was being an idiot, but I knew he really just wanted to get away from me.

Just like I couldn't blame Alba, I couldn't blame them either. Who wouldn't want to leave? I was the problem.

I sighed in frustration. Why wasn't I good enough for them?
I was angry at myself for being so stupid and useless. Adam and Ryan were out hunting a serial killer, and I was sitting in a hospital bed, staring at a blank wall.

My thoughts (thankfully) were interrupted by a nurse. She brought me a cup of orange juice and smiled, worried. "I'm sorry, sir, but there's been a murder. You need to stay in this room with the door locked until police can arrest the killer."

My breathing stopped. Another murder? "What?! What happened?" I asked, startling the older woman.

"It's okay," she said, trying to soothe my concern. I was more than concerned, though. A tiny part of me was excited. If the killer was still here, I could catch them and prove to Ryan and Adam I could do things. Convince them I wasn't a baby, I wasn't useless, I wasn't the weak link.
And once they realize this, they'll never ever leave me again, I'll make sure of it.

"Tell me what happened," I said, forcefully.

She looked uncomfortable, but still answered. Because she was scared, I realized. "Um, well, I don't know all the details. All I know is they found an unidentified body in room 100."

Room 100.....

While I was thinking, she took that as an opportunity to leave. Telling me to lock the door and to call if anyone was trying to force their way in before closing the door behind herself.

Of course I wasn't going to do any of that.

Once I knew she was gone for good, I carefully took the medical device that was clipped onto my finger off. My head was spinning as I got up, bare-feet touching the cold ground for the first time in what felt like forever. I went to the small bathroom built into the opposite side of the hospital room, and quickly changed into my clothes that a nurse had washed, now cleaned of blood and dirt.