(experi)mental

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

"Nothing to believe. I'm just a loser,

don't you try and save me now,

kiss it all goodbye and forget about me." Forget About Me, Escape The Fate

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*Jack’s POV*

Cold, dark and damp.

Where am I?

I look around only to realize I’m totally alone. What is this place? It looks like some sort of empty warehouse...

“Where'd you put the kid?” I hear someone shout in the distance.

“Right over here, don’t worry; I tied him up good. He’s not going anywhere.”

Who where those people? What were they talking about?

I try and get up from the chair I’m sitting in but I can’t. I’m tied down.

A sweaty, clammy hand comes from behind and covers my mouth…

“Don’t worry, kid,” A hoarse voice whispers in my ear, “This will only hurt for a minute…”

I wake up drenched in a cold sweat. God, why am I still having these night terrors about the rape? Years have past, shouldn’t I be over it by now? Will I ever feel better?

Unfortunately, not even my doctors know the answers to those questions, so I guess there’s really no reason for me to sit here and try and figure them out on my own. Instead, I check the time: 9:07 am.

I look over at the snoring lump in the bed across from mine and smile.

This mental rehabilitation center finally decided to give me a roommate! It’s about time; I was beginning to think I’d have to spend my entire stay here alone.

His name is Alex and I don’t know him very well yet, he’s only been here for five days, but I know he likes to sing and, well, that’s a start.

He seems to be getting along with everyone here. I’m pretty sure they already like him better than they like me. Him and Oliver seemed to have hit it off pretty well. In fact, last night Oli had dragged him down to his room for god knows what; probably to try and fuck him.

Hell, it might have even happened, considering how long he 's been gone. Its been nearly an hour.

I was sitting on my bed, playing around with a few chords on my guitar, when I heard someone yelling my name from out in the hall. At first, I didn’t move; I was too scared. After the incident a few years back, I find that I’m scared of a lot of things...

Still, I managed to muster up enough courage to stick my head out the door and see what was going on.

There, in the middle of the barren hallway, was Alex, only he was definitely not the same cocky, self certain boy that had left the room an hour before. This Alex looked frightened, down right terrified even. He was covered in sweat and clinging to the wall as if he might tumble to the ground any second.

“Jack,” He called out again, his voice cracking.

I slowly approached my new friend, “Alex,” I whispered as I placed an innocent hand on his shoulder in hopes to help balance him.