Damaged

Chapter 18

It has been a couple of weeks. But the cage began looking more like a cell after the first week. I guess I was panicking and thought they put me in a cage like an animal.

I had been doing better these past few weeks. I actually didn't go mad that much. But as for my roommate he had major problems. "How you doing Carl?" I went up to him with a smile. He was abused at home. So he is here to get is strength back to normal. "Better Jax. How about you?" He was caring. But that is a big step. When I was first here he was also. But he was here a bit longer than me. He actually would began to scream for help if I was on the other side of the room. "I'm doing fine Carl. I've been hallucinating and panicking way less." I was actually proud of my self for this. So I followed the sentence with a smile. "Do you still break into a panic attack here and there?" He asked. But I stared off into space as he spoke.

I was in my room. Not my new room but my old room. The one in Texas. I was walking towards my door. But as I walked closer I started growing anxiety inside me in my real body. Not the hallucination one of me. "Hello?" I asked quietly in the hallucination. It felt more like a dream. But as I opened my door it was pitch black. I would here noises from memory's. Bed memory's. Then they all jumped at me. Every single one. But one in particular made me feel worthless. It spoke,"you are just a pain loser. No one cares. Xavier hates you. Zander wanted to play you. Selena is your friend because of pity. And anything that happens to people you love is your fault." And then tears fall from my face.

"Jax. Are you okay?" Carl asked me. He was hesitant to get close. He thought I would break or become violent I guess. I really didn't know why. Is this how his started? Was someone crying at home and from then on began hitting him? What happened to this guy? Why is he the way he is. "I know am not important in this life. I know I'm the fault of everything that happens!" I said shouting my lungs out. I could here footsteps come down the hallway.

Why do I do this? I always mess up. I ruin my chances of getting out. I hate this program. I want to leave. But as they got into the cell they threw Carl to the wall. And got me by the wrist and dragged me out.

As we walked down the hall I began kicking and screaming loudly. "You're hurting me! Let me go!" I just yelled. They were hurting me. But I guess I did something I wasn't suppose to. I kicked and kicked as they squeezed harder. "Ow! That hurts!" I kept yelling. I kicked and flailed around. Then my leg kicked an officer's leg. "You idiot!" The officer yelled. Then threw me to the wall.

I probably banged my head on the wall. I tried running away to my cell but his colleagues pushed me to the ground. Then the officer that on accidentally kicked came up to me. "Look kid!" He yelled at me. Then he got my wrist. He squeezed them against the wall behind me. "Let me go! Please." I began crying for help. He looked me straight into the eyes. "You are here because you are insane and not healthy." He spat in my face about five times in that sentence. "HELP ME!" I cried. The cops didn't care. But then my therapist came around. "What is going on here?!" He yelled. They looked surprised that someone actually came by to see what was going on.  "Nothing boss." The officers voice sounded pretty familiar. It took awhile to find out. But I knew were it came from. The hallucination. he was the voice that made me break down into tears and yelling. No wonder why I began panicking once he got me by the wrist. 

"Help me." I kept crying. You could tell the doctors were upset with them and felt bad for me. The main doctor came towards the officer that had me on the wall. "Please explain why we found this kids cell mate dead." The officers eyes grew bigger. "What? He died?" The man tried lying his way out of this problem. "And why this kid was crying for help and you pinned him on the wall with your hands?" He came out with questions out of no where. It was like he knew what to ask like if it has been more than once. "Look..." The doctors cut him off. "You will be going to prison and you're fired from this place." The doctor said. "Please take him to therapy. He needs it badly." The doctor said as he snapped his fingers commanding them. They came towards me. But I panicked to much.

**Xavier's POV**

 It was a nice day to be outside with the family. They were pretty nice. Well some more than others. And by that I mean my mom. Ever since that doush bag of Larry was sent to prison she as mad at me. It was my birthday anyways. But the only thing I was missing at my party was Jax. He seemed fine once he left. He got there safely. Thank god though. But he did call the other day saying he is in a rehab center. He didn't specify why though. But me and Selena think it is because of his melt downs. "Hey Xavier!" Selena shouted. I turned and waved so she can come to me. She hugged me. "Oh have you been?" I asked her. She just said fine. She as the closest thing of Jax I have. Her and a picture he sent from the rehab center. But it was him in Los Angeles. Wow he was lucky in my opinion.

After a good two hours of parting my grandmother called me over. "Sweet someone is on the phone looking for you!" She shouted over the music. I walked over to her. "Hello!" I shouted into the phone. I heared breathing before someone answered. "H..e....ll..o." The person stuttered. "Who is it?" Curiosity filled my voice. "J..Jax." I ran to get the other line. "Jax. How you been?" I asked him. He sounded different though. "I I'm not doing that well. I asked my therapist if I could call you. He asked me why though. I said because I needed to talk to some one who loved me as much as I love them." His voice was shaky. I knew something was going on in that place. I felt like he was being abused.

"Why does your vice sound like that?" My voice echoed thru the restroom I was in. "I've been hurt. I lost another friend." He was sad. He wanted to cry. "I was going to fly in for your birthday but I got stuck in this prison." He was getting more teary at the moment. "Why re you going to cry Jax?" I asked him because I needed to know why for some reason. "I don't want to be here. I want to leave. And I feel like me being here hurts a lot  more than it did as when I was out of here. I want to see you." He broke into tears. I was not feeling any better either. "It is okay. When do you get out?" I asked him I needed to know. I wanted to know. "When I'm better. So in a week or so. Happy Birthday anyways. I got to go love you." He said but as I was going to speak the line cut off on me. "I love you too Jax." I whispered into the dead call.

A/n: Hey guys this isn't a announcement. This is  reason why I didn't write the past few days. It was one because I actually was slaking off. Two because personal problems like how I felt at the time (weekend specially). Three because I needed a break to not think on what I was going to write. So I am back from my little back. Expect much more to come. Oh also new announcement on the book for that. Love you<3. Byeeee!