(experi)mental

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

"If home is where the heart is then my heart has lost all hope." -Falling In Reverse, I'm Not A Vampire

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*Alex's POV*

I feel bad for making Jack eat yesterday. After reading his file, it made me just want to help him. A while ago, I had a therapy session with one of the psychiatrists here. She said that I should try and be more kind to people I don't necessarily like. I'm pretty sure I've gotten over my hatred towards Jack. Its just that he seems so needy and I didn't like that. But like I said, reading that file gave me a slight change of heart.

I had a check-up a while ago while Jack was in the clinic. The doctors told me that I shouldn't mess with Jack. I don't really understand why, though. He seems like he just needed some encouraging or something, and that's why I was being nice but honestly, being nice is hard work.

The door in my room opened abruptly, revealing Jack. I was about to say 'hi' or something, but he slammed the door shut and crawled under the covers in his bed.

"Hi." I said.

"No." He grumbled.

"What the fuck is your problem, Jack?" I said, trying to not be angry but it didn't really work.

"Stop." He said.

"I was just trying to be nice. Whatever." I said, crossing my arms even though he couldn't see me. "What happened at the clinic?" I said, still a little mad.

It was silent for a minute before Jack spoke. "...If I don't start eating, I have to go to another hospital."

"Why is that a problem?" I asked.

"Oh my god, you don't even understand." He shouted, jumping out of his bed. Well some ones PMSing...

"They do bad things there, Alex. Bad things." He shouted on the verge of tears.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I don't-" I began, but Jack intervened.

"No, you don't know. Don't even pretend like you do. You act totally normal, so why are you even here?" He said, crossing his arms.

"Hey, I've got problems too, bastard. I can just hide them better than you." I raised my voice.

"Oh really?" He challenged.

"Yea, I'm fucking schizophrenic." I shouted and stood up.

"That's nothing. I was r-" His face fell as soon as he almost said it. He was going to say raped, I knew it. I almost forgot that he doesn't know I read his file.

"You were what, Jack?" I played innocent.

"Nothing..." He said, sitting back down on his bed. The entire mood changed at that point. He looked really upset now, and I feel bad.

I walked over to his bed where he was sitting with his head in his hands, looking at the floor. Here goes for being nice.

"You said they'd take you to a different hospital.. Is that bad? I cluelessly asked.

"Yea." He choked out in a whisper. "The place they said I'd have to go to is kinda.. scary."

"Well you know what this means then,"