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Jacob's POV

I intensely stared at the white wall. I didn't know if I was going crazy, or if I were hallucinating. All I saw was white. All around me. I didn't think too much about Piper because it just made me more depressed than I already was. I also  started cutting again. Mostly to block the emotional pain out. If You may ask, how did I get a hold of knife? Whenever they would bring in my plate of food through the tiny slot in the door, I would take the fork, sharping it with the edges of the aluminum plastic on the fake food. I would then place the spork on my wrist slowly penetrating my skin to the point  there would be a puddle of blood on the floor. I would quickly clean it up with napkins they gave along with the food.

"Perez. It's time for your daily visit with Doctor O'conner." A lady in a all white led me out of the room. She didn't have to hold on to be considering the fact I was pretty tame compared to the other patients in these situations.

We came into a bright colored room as a tall blonde woman smiled at me while the nurse made herself out. "Hello, Jacob. Please. Sit." She offered me a seat near her desk. I casually sat down and studied the different pictures of her and her children on the wall. "Basic question, but how have you been feeling lately..?" She took out a small notebook and blue pen. I shrugged turning my attention back onto the ground. "Jacob, there's no need to-" "Okay. I feel like fucking shit." I admitted. My voice was raspy and I sounded as though I haven't had a glass of water in years.

"See? We're getting somewhere...." She quickly jotted down some notes before putting the attention on me again. "Do you feel any suicidal thoughts while in confinement?" I rolled my eyes getting highly aggravated at her choice of words. "What do you fucking think? If you were in a white room for 24 hours a day I'm sure you'd want to hang yourself." She nodded jotting down more words. I instantly regretted what I said. I basically said I wanted to commit suicide meaning I would be held in that room for more days.

"Do you ever encounter  hallucinations?" I shook my head running my hands through my frizzy curls. I had to watch what I was saying in front of this lady now. "Do you hear or visualize something that isn't there?" I shook my head no still irritated at the fact that she was questioning me like I was a psychopath. I mean, I kind of was. I just didn't like to be reminded.

Just as I shook my head a tall black man walked in. He had his mouth covered and was dressed as a doctor. He reminded me of someone, I just couldn't put a name on it. "Jacob. Jacob Perez?" I nodded my head afraid of what was going to happen next. He curved his index finger signaling for me to follow him. "I got this Doc. Thanks." She looked confused, but before she could say anything I rushed out of the room following him. "Who are you?" I asked getting suspicious. He peeled his mouth mask off and I immediately knew who he was. "Kevin?!" I covered my mouth as we walked by more nurses. They all gave me terrified looks considering I've broken out of this shit hole more that anyone can count. I earned my spot in here.

He shushed me as I get led to the sound and system room. He rushed to look the door and took of his doctor coat. There stood Michelle dressed in a nurses suit as well. "W-where's Piper?" I stammered looking around the room. "She couldn't come. Once we get you out, you'll see her."
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And how the hell am I getting out?" Michelle rolled her eyes putting on latex gloves. "Can you at least be appreciative of how we're trying to help you? God." She typed a few times on one of the computers before my name popped up. Kevin sat down on the swirl chair typing in a whole bunch of passwords before I saw all my files entered into the computer. He mumbled under his breath a few times before clicking one button making my name completely disappear.

"What did you just do..?" I worriedly questioned. Kevin turned off the computer turning towards me. "Congratulations. All of your statistics, files, and tracking has been deleted permanently. You're free."

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