The Unlikely Pair

Chapter 12

Jack J's P.O.V.

When I woke up I was in this padded room I look through the window and there were guards walking around.

"Holy fucking God, I'm in an asylum," I thought to myself.

I hear kids screaming and crying and the agony was coming right next to me.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I said hitting under my bed.

I know it sounds childish, but it was the only place I could hide.

"Help me!" A voice said.

"I'm not crazy," another voice said.

"Get your hands off of me," another voice said.

"I'm going to die!" I whispered while trembling in fear.

The door slowly opened and a guard walking into my room. He saw me and pulled me out of my room. There were four other boys out of their rooms that were in a line.

"Welcome to Mount Malevolent Asylum, if follow all this rules, you want get hurt," the guard said staring into everyone's eyes.

"Number one, you will wake up at eight o'clock and not a moment later. Number two if I ask you to do something, you will say yes sir and go do it. Number three, if you try to escape you will be punished painfully," the guard said staring into my eyes at the last rules,"Do I make myself clear?"

Everyone was silent for about a minutes, which was the longest minute of my life.

"I said do I make myself clear?!" He yelled with his breath smelling like tuna.

"Yes sir!" We yelled in unison.

"Jack and I use to say stuff in unison," I thought to myself.

Then I was snapped out of my trance when the guard yelled something else.

"Alright now you will go and meet the other boys," he yelled.

We walk in a straight line down the stairs.

"Let's hope they don't try to kill them," the guard whispered to the other guards.

"Well, I'm in deep shit now," I thought to myself.

When we got to the yard, it was so chaotic. Most boys were running around, others were throwing food, and the real crazy ones were banging there head against the wall like they were trying to kill themselves.

"I hope Jack is having better luck than me," I thought to myself.

Jack G's P.O.V.

I woke up on the floor and I saw Shawn on the balcony.

"Shawn, what are you doing?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

He jumped and turned around.

"What! What! I wasn't looking at Taylor," he said jittery.

"I never said that," I walked over to the ledge and saw Taylor shirtless.

"Seriously Shawn, out of all the guys in the goddamn world have to the one that is one, a major homophobic and two, he's the biggest tool ever," I said pulling in him my room.

He was blushing the whole time.

"Did you stay up the whole night?" I asked because he looked spaced out.

"Maybe," he said frantically looking around.

"Jesus Christ, Shawn, what were you doing?" I asked regretting I even asked.