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Jack or A̐̃̈͌ͥ̚͏̙̤ņ̪͔̥͇̫̫͗ͬ̋̓͘͞t̐̈̎͒҉̥̹̖̦͙̫̯͍͟ǐ̯̟͍̟̖͕̜ͨͭ̃? 

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Ï͇̠̫̰̱̥ͪͨͯ̄͛̋ͮ̅̿ͬ̃ͣ̋ͭͦ̆̾́̀͞ ̴̩̞̟̘̩̣͔̟͔̱͕͕̍͊͊̅ͩ͒̅̃͗͑ͬͣ̉͂͢͡ͅ1̮̦͔̲͉̔̓̐ͨ̒ͬ̑̂̃͑̍̽͑ͪ̈͐͂̉͑̕͘͝͡0͓̟̝̼͗̌ͤ̊̅͂̀͟͝0̶̸̦͍̰͙̝͙̣̣̙̲̬̝̈͂̇ͮͦ̐ͩ͂̀̆̔̆ͬ̽͞͡%̴̧̻̹̬̭ͯͭͦͬͫ̃͊ͧ̾̚͡ ̡̱͉̻̱̺̈́̋̓͌̄̕͜͠d̻͓̬͇̓̌ͭ͒̾̄ͧ͛̿ͭ͡i̶̸̵̴͕̦̘̗͖̻̣̜͚̗̺̼̜̰̬͔̿͐̾̒̊͊̆̾ͨ̈́́̚s̴̨̩͖͚͍̬̅̽͊̒̓ͨ̊̾̇̾͟͝ͅa̵̡̍́̌̒҉͉̱̜̦̝̭͕͈̘g̴̻̤͍͂̌͑ͨ̔ͫ͗̇̅͜͠͝r͗ͧͥͪ̅̿҉̱̠͇͍̗͚̩̰̠̙͉̯͔͔̞̀ë̃͂͊̌̑̇͢͜҉͎̘̝̞̤̥̗̜̘̜͔́͡ͅe̛̬̠̖̙̰̠̗͇̔̓̄ͩ͛̇̉ͦ͆̆̓̀̿̈́̎ͤ̽̀͑͘.̡̡͙̲̜̺͖̱̬̮͙̜̘̗̻͚̣̣̬̝̅̅ͪ͊͐̔̂͊̋͒̆ͤͥ͑̚ͅ

S̸̹̳̙̞̅͆̎͗̂ͅo̶̢̩̟̠̫͍͍͍̬͒͌̒͗̒͑ͅ y̡͎̥̯̫̙̰̍͛̿̑͆̽͂̐̀͗ͅo̙̞͙̫̙͓̐͐͆̿͒͠ü̸̩͕̞̘̤̱̻͉̮̊͊̈́͆͐͑͂̌͂ͅ ẖ̵͎͚̫͌̉͂̃͞ͅä̡͓̜͓̲͔̹̤̾͑͛͊̔͐͛̑̄ț̴͙̟̠̓̔̽̾͑̑̌͢ẻ̢͚͈̤̦̗̩̹̝̣̽͊͛́͑́̂͡͡ Ą̷̨̲̭̞͈͖͎̃̆̄̾̓͗̊͑͢ͅn̵̨̘̹̥͎̱̬͇͔̉̍͑͗͌̄͘͝͝t̵̨̝͍̙̠̥̳̘̫́̔̏̀͒͊̈́͛̋͟ĭ̛̻̗̝̪͙͊͑̍̈̒͞,̪͙̝̥̥̺̈́̔̒̓͗͒͠ h̡͓̰̦̻̳̪̹͓̑̇̓̆̑͞ͅã̵̻͍̪͛̒̓̇̚͟͟h̬̘̪̯̻̞̘̲̱͐͛̇̂̓͝͞a̢͈̮̼͕͌͑͗͊͡h̜̟̣̟̯̐͋̃̈́̑̏̅̚͟͠-̢̧̩̦̫̳͍̀̾̈́̽̈́͂̈̚

   

    These things were all over the walls in my cell, and Mark's, because, well, I drew them there.
What who wouldn't want to kill Ma- I mean draw on a wall when you get bored and are traped in the same place EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Might as well TRY to have fun. Mark doesn't really like talking to me for some weird reason, so I am going to annoy him until I find out why. I am at the top bunk of the bunk bed that me and Mark share, so I look down at him. He looks at me and looks back forward. I just continue looking at him until he gets annoyed.

"What do you want, Jack." He asks me in calming voice, but I can tell he is confused.

I jump from the top bunk and sit next to him. He immediately sat up and scooted closer to the wall.

"Jack?"

I look at him.

"Why do you hate me? Is it because I said I wanted to kill you.. Or because I talk and scream a lot.. Or the time I slapped you so you would stop punching the wall...?" I stopped talking and felt my breath hitch in the back of my troat. He looked at me and frowned.

"No.. I guess I just really don't like to talk..?" I laugh at his response.

"Everyone should learn to talk a lot so they don't miss good opportunities in life!" I see Mark face palm.

"It is easier said, then done." He says.

I giggle. " THEN LET'S TALK!" I scream into his ear. He flinches and covers his ear. "OW!" We both look at each other and laugh.

This could be a start to a new friendship.

I hear two people screaming all of a sudden. Mark and I walk up to the bars that keep us trapped in this little room. I see Cry, and Felix yelling at each other, each of their cells are facing each other. Marzia is trying to calm Felix down and Ken the same to Cry.

"FELIX IF I WASN'T IN THIS FUCKIN CELL YOU WOULD BE DEAD AND SO WOULD THE SLUT OF YOURS!" Cry yelled pointing at Marzia. I can see Marzia crying (Cry... Crying... HA! I am such a bad person...) and telling Felix to stop fighting.

Then in a sudden instant, we see the guards come in, open Cry's cell, and take him to the...

shock room...

He hear him screaming about how he hates life and just kill him already. All of our breathes are silent and we hear Cry scream in pain. Then the sound of the guards dragging him out. All of us run to our beds, and lay there as if we didn't hear anything. I hear them throw Cry into his cell.

"Now if you idiots wouldn't stop screaming at each other, this wouldn't happen. Felix if you scream again, hope you like being in a cell by yourself." I hear Matt say.

I really hate this life.