Hospital For Souls (Jalex)

Alex's P.O.V

I rushed to the infirmary as soon as free time started.

"Can I see Jack?" I asked the nurse at the desk.

"Go on in. He's been writing all day."

I stormed into Jack's room.

"We need to talk."

One minute, he signed.

I waited as he continued to write. The small trash can in the corner was full of yellow paper, and it had started overflowing onto the floor.

I reached to grab one, and he threw a ball of paper at my head.

"Hey," I yelled.

Not yet, he signed, grinning.

I was starting to get really pissed off. "Look Jack, we need to-."

Two more seconds, he signed.

I waited, fuming silently. What was he writing that was so important?

Come here, he signed after a few more moments.

I walked over. He passed me the legal pad he had been writing on. I noticed his eyes were red and his nose was running. He'd been crying.

Read, he signed impatiently.

I glared at him and started reading.

Before you say anything, it read, read this entire paper.

I know you know about the vitamins and the eating disorder, and I know you're pissed, but hear me out.

I stopped eating for two reasons; I knew it would kill me eventually, and I was just going to throw it all back up when my dad punched me in the stomach- and I would rather starve all day than throw up.

I got thin after a few weeks- scary thin. I passed out in P.E. and they took me to the hospital.

They told my dad I needed therapy- and to be hospitalized- but he said I was fine. They insisted, and he ignored them.

He checked me out the same day and beat me up when we got home. I didn't go to school for a week, and he beat me up for that too.

I went to school the day after, and told everyone I had gotten in a fight. That same day, I passed out in my math class.

They had to call an ambulance. I was technically dead for two minutes.

I don't remember much after that, but I do know that my dad's in prison for a long time and, if I ever get out of here, I'll live with my aunt.

I wiped the tears from my face and hugged Jack tight.

"I'm so sorry Jacky," I whispered.

I felt him sob silently into my shoulder.

I was furious that this had happened. Jack was a great person. No one deserved to be treated like that.