Eyeless Jack X Male reader (Yellow Room)

Journal entry # 2

It's been blank lately. I never know what to think about or talk about. My voice is too rough and I hardly get enough water to drink.

I'd rather suffer, then I have something to grip on to. Keeping me sane with pain, I do tend to chew on my lips. They are dry and rough, crisp like they are about to fall off.

Nothing seems the same anymore. I ask questions to myself all the time like, what my purposes? Nothing ever comes to mind.

Am I meant to suffer for eternity?

It's just blank

No future

Just

Empty space

                   Was life always like this?

        Did I ever have a life?

Maybe a family?

                                                 Or is family fake?

I think I read about it

Family's who help each other. A troubled son who seems to come around every time. The smart young little sister that is way smarter then her own grade.

A weird goofy Father with a terrible sense of humor and a loving mom. Sweet as she is  she's always baking in the kitchen.

Where was my family?

Maybe they didn't want me anymore.

I sit up from my bed and walk to the door. Sliding the medal cover I look through the hole that my food slides in through. The halls were empty and dark.

Even at night doctors roamed the halls. I wonder if somethings going on.

Should I just wait? I walk back to my bed laying down and facing the wall.

Sometimes I wonder what I look like. I know my body type but I don't even know what I look like.

I've never had a mirror or anything that shows reflection.

*Creak*

I jump at the creak of the door as it slowly opens.

A doctor steps in the room holding a clipboard and a calculator. He was tall with thin hair that was short. His presence was soft and comforting.

I slip my feet onto the floor and slowly walking up to him. He looks about 6'2. Comparing to him to me, I might be around 5'11.

"There has been a change in management here." He was wearing the typical doctors blue face mask.
His mask moves up on the ands as he gives a big smile. Taking his mask off it shows an unpleasant smile.

I don't like him anymore. He doesn't seem very nice. His smile gave me a weird chill down my spine as the look in his eyes changed. It's more cynical.

"We have a visitor for you."He says with a slight giggle.

He grabs my arm and pulls me out of the room. I try pulling his hand off my arm as it starts to bruise.

It was no use though. His grip was too tight and I wouldn't be able to outrun him.

Where are we going anyways? Nothing seems familiar. The hall was long almost seeming endless along with the doors on both sides going all the way down. The doors were like mine. there was a ame and then a number. The numbers started going all the way up to 048. Did these rooms belong to someone?