Pretty Little Psycho [SEPTIPLIER]

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JACKS POV

I broke the window in the asylum and i crawled out of it. I landed on the ground but i twisted my ankle. I decided to craw on the side of the road and call a car. I finaly got a car to stop and a man with red hair got out and looked at me. My face was stained with tears and blood. "Come with me i'll take care of you" the man said and he picked me up and laid me in the back seat.

"Theres a blanket there if your cold" the man said. I saw the blanket and covered myself as i tried sleeping. "My names mark yours?" Mark asked. Im a bipolar and im suicidel and hurt myself so i was placed in an ayslum. "My...names.....jack" i whisspered as i layed back down. "Well 3 minites till we get to my house. Anyway tell me somethings about you" i started crying yes i cry out of no were.

"Ummmm i suffer from bipolar and ummm i kinda hurt myself. The hospital that i was placed in hurt me and drugged me. Promise that you wont do that well you?" I said as i whipped my tears. "I wont hurt you i promise" mark really means it maybe i really could be free. We stopped and mark got out of the car and he opend the back seat door and carried me bridal style. We entered his house and he stood me up.

I was only wearing a hospital gound with blood on it. Then there was a large furry dog that came running twards me. "dont hurt me!" I yelled as i crawled away from the dog. The dog came closer to me and i started crying because of my history with dogs. "Chica away" i heard mark yell. The dog ran somewere and mark picked me up. "You'll be staying in a gest room to rest" mark said and he opened the door and the room was huge.

Mark laid me on the bed and i felt so protected. "I'll go get some pjs wait here" mark said and he left. Mark came back and he had clothes in his hands. Mark carried me to the bathroom and he sat me on the sink. "Im going to take care of you" mark said as he smiled. Mark put his hands on the rope of the gound i was wearing and he untited it. Mark took off my gound and he looked shocked. "When did you eat?" Mark asked as he rubbed my chest.

"A month ago" i said as i looked at my feet. Mark started dressing me and he slid boxers on me and its been so long sence i wore thos. Mark dressed me in a black sweater and he wrapped my ankle in a bandage. "Lets go get you something to eat" mark said and he carried me to his kitchen. "So how old are you?" Mark asked as he looked at my face and arms,legs. "I dont know i think its on my gound" i said as i looked at mark.

MARKS POV

I went to the bathroom and i took out the gound that jack was wearing from the basket and there was a name tag. It said:

Name: Sean willam mcloughlin
Age: 26
Birth country/city: ireland
Condision/disortor: bioplor/anxiety
Drug/medacanion: lithium liquid,resperidone,valproic acid,xanax,
Birth date: february 7,1990

I started crying because how many drugs jack was beening put on. The gound had pockets and i looked in it. There was a syringe in it and a boddle with pills. I think he needed them to survive. I ran to the kitchen and jack tried crawing on the floor to the frige. He did not see me and opened it and he started takeing out things to eat. He found a lemon and he licked it and then he put it back and put it back.

I went near him and he looked at the food then he started crying then he started putting the food back and i tried to stop him but he just closed the frige door and he sat there just sobing. "im sorry...." it hurt me to see jack like this it hurt me so much. I went near him and i kneeled down and i carried him like i would do like a 2 month old baby. Jack clung on to me and he dug his face in my neck.

"Im sorry are you going to hurt me?" Jack asked as he sat him on a stool. "No im not going to hurt you i care about you your like my son" i said as i whipped his tears away. I looked at jack his wrist were filled with holes. "What happend to your wrist?" I asked as i looked at his wrist. "They would stick tubes in my wrist and they would take blood from my but those are scars there heeling"

Jack was trying to take his wrist from my hand but i bandaged his scars so they can heel.