Two Faces One Escape (Re-editing)

Chapter Twelve

Omari Sha'Jai Perez
18 years old
Jacksonville, Florida 📍
A week later
(Excuse any mistakes)

"I don't know what's going on boy but you going to school tomorra' and you got practice." He nods dismissively feeling that pitch darkness spur once again. The feeling of guilt. Pain. Fear. In a matter of days that's all it took. Looking around the distraught and broken room, she glances at her first born son seeing him staring at the wall with eyes clouded with tears.

"Clean this room up too. And talk to your father." He nods once again while she sighs. His room looked completely destroyed and the one person who he needed couldn't get ahold of him. He was torn. "I love you son." He nods once again while she shakes her head. She felt so horrible. "I-I luh you too."

Looking at the still located pin, Jenna sighs feeling something off. After their date Saturday, everything seemed normal. But she wondered if their normal were two different normals. "Mari." Uttering the words in worry she looks seeing his location said three days ago. Although he didn't like school, he never missed a day. It was burning a deep torment of a hole in her chest as the map showed she was getting closer. Closer to his demise.

One more time please?

Do it!

Fuckkkk! I need it, please?

There ya' go!
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"Hi! I know this isn't how we were supposed to meet but I'm worried about Mari-" His mother was so beautiful to her.

"Jennavieve? Yes! Oh I heard about you! You're so pretty and adorable! I'm sorry I couldn't do your hair cause of work. Come on in." The young girl clutches her Stanley cup while entering the small family home. Taking off her shoes, she sets them on the rack where she glanced over upon entering the house. It was a mix between pink, leopard print, and gold. It gave ghetto fabulous in the best way possible and she loved it. It reminded her of her grandmother's home back in Georgia.

"Yeah, he's not doing so well. I can show you his room. Just please be careful with him right now?" Jenna nods in utter confusion seeing her sigh. A look of worry covered her face while the middle aged nurse sat and rubbed her aching temples. "Yes ma'am."
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"Mari? Boo?" Opening the white door that was cracked upon arrival as if waiting for her entry, she gasps seeing the sight before her shocked eyes. "Oh my gosh." Covering her mouth in absolute horror, she looks around seeing his room completely torn to pieces. His long screen television cracked to perfection. His dresser and door mirrors fissured to pieces with faint blood stains to accompany the evidence. Bloody handprints everywhere to the human eyes. Clothes everywhere, if critters were here they would love the opportunity. His dresser drawers so disheveled and open as if giving the green light to get the best warm hug from big mama. This wasn't like him. He was so clean and organized that it shocked her. "Mari?!"

"Boo?" Her voice laced in worth and hurt, she stares at the broken boy seeing him chuckle teary eyed with a blunt in his hand. His pills scattered across the bathroom floor and sink while he sat in the corner in shame. Looking over his tall frame, she shakes her head seeing trails of blood on the tile floors. His head down to keep his sanity. His long hair covering his face to protect his eyes. They always said the eyes were the window to the soul. You could tell a lot about a person by their eyes. What were in his eyes, he didn't want her to see? He takes a glance through his hair seeing her slowly moving closer. Grabbing his hand gently, he quickly snatches back causing a frown to deepen the unknown wrinkles in her face.

"Get out." She weakly gasps hearing his deep yet soft spoken voice laced with so much venom. Venom that could seep through her veins and kill her instantly. Shaking her head, she grasped his large hands not seeing him pull back from her touch. Taking one hand she gently moves his curls back to show his drained and exhausted look. Giving a toothy unreal smile, she finally drops tears seeing his mouth full of blood.

"Get out please-" She shakes her head seeing cuts all over his wrists and hands.

"No! J-just talk to me. What's wrong Mari? Please?" Taking a long pull from the small paper that kept him sane in his eyes, he rubs her small hands while she looked over his face. No piercings in sight. He looked so innocent bare faced. "I'm naked ma." She blushed seeing him smile with a deep chuckle. She was so worried about him that she didn't even realize he was unclothed. He didn't feel any way about it either besides being comfortable. "Let's get you cleaned up, mkay?" He nods while she looked seeing him with such drained eyes. She was heartbroken.
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"Whenever you're ready." He looks up finally to see her so focused on cleaning his cuts. He had some on his knuckles and forearms as well. She was happy he didn't pass out. While she had some time to prepare herself to take the glass out of his knees, she rubbed his cheeks with a warm smile. She went to ask his mother upon request but she had just left for the night shift. There were no blades in sight meaning he used whatever in reach. And that broke her heart even more. "You see that?" He gently turns her head to the cracked glass mirror that showed his face in numerous different ways. He had very much visible dark eye circles, his nose was red like a very known reindeer, and his breathing was out of control. Gently cleaning his cuts, he sits on the bathroom sink fiddling with his basketball shorts nervously.

"Yes boo but what-"

"That is me. That's what I feel. I see myself in different ways nobody understands. I'm not normal Jen." Hearing his voice crack absolutely broke her heart. Seeing his forest green eyes drop tears she pouts before pulling his long arms around her neck making sure his hands were flat to not bother his cuts. "Oh boo."

"I ain't want you to see me like this. He got scared so he left. He left." She kisses his chapped lips while he tries to keep his eyes open. "Who?" He sighs internally thinking about his brother. "Lou, I scared him. I went to check on him but he ran. I-I didn't mean to." She nods listening to his cracked voice while tears fell. The liquid hurt fell so much that it softened the red hardened liquid from its crusty surface around his bottom lip.

"I'm sure he's okay, maybe he just doesn't understand? We'll cross that bridge when it gets here. Explain what it feels like. The broken mirror." He sighs while his glossy eyes takes a look at the mirror.

"When your phone stops using the internet, what that mean?" He takes a look at her seeing her head tilted slightly. "It's disconnected." He nods while she nods slowly once she finally understood what he meant. "It's like being in a trance. Like being unconscious but wide awake. Like a person was cursed to death but not truly dead for real just dead for a moment. Aware but not so much sometimes. Like one of those zombie movies. I be disconnected from the world and my body. I can handle that but I can't be disconnected from you."
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"When last you ate?" Kneeling the soft skin she pouts feeling it so sunken. She knew he hadn't eaten in a while. "Since the date." She shakes her head while he shyly smiles. Grabbing her hand gently, he gives her gentle kisses to distract her. "You not sneaky, and you eating today. I need you to be my strong man." He nods feeling her lips graze his chin. "You saw my dick-" He didn't mind if she saw seeing as he was out there for anyone to see.

"Nooooo! I didn't even peek." The right side of his mouth forms into a smirk while she blushes. "I didn't!" He nods with his hands in surrender while she blushes. She really didn't look. She didn't even know until he said something.

"Eat it." He groans while she held his chin between her fingers. He pouts so adorably with his bottom lip poked out causing her to swallow deeply from his antics. He just didn't want it to come back up if he ate it. "You not getting me this time, eat half this bowl and you good, hm." Finally giving in, he opens his mouth allowing her to turn the pasta on the fork before feeding him. She liked feeding him when he wanted her to. "Good?" He nods opening his mouth so she can feed him some more. "Good boy."

"I'm sorry." She looks down in the complete cold darkness hearing his muttering in her neck. Crushing her with his body while he breathed deeply. "It's okay. We all have our moments boo. We just need to figure out how to make it better." He nods feeling her rub circles on his back and neck to help him sleep. After making sure he ate, his room was spotless to his desire, and he was fine, she insisted they sleep. What was she to do? Was this a sign? Usually DID is caused by a trauma to said person. What happened to him? Hearing his light mouth breathing, she slowly rubs his back while the thoughts invade her mind. Benny?