The Escape (Fresh X Paperjam) Part 1

Chapter 3

I wake up not capable of moving.  I open my eyes.  I see no one there.  Tears start to pour from my eyes.  'Why didn't I die?  Why didn't I die?'  I ask myself constantly for at least 15 minutes.  "Oh... You're awake."  I hear.  I don't say anything, just silently cry like I'm used to doing.   "Oh, sweetie... Are you in pain?"  They ask.  I don't move or speak, I just cry.  She then looks at my chart at the end of my hospital bed.   Her face pales slightly before exiting the room. I force my arms to move, so I could sob into them.   I then move my legs to my chest using strings.   I sob into my legs until the nurse gets back.   "You shouldn't be capable of moving."  The nurse says.  The Doctor comes in.  "Paperjam... I need you to listen really careful."  The doctor says.  I don't move.  "I need you to lay down flat on the bed."  She says.  I don't move.  "I don't want to get better," I state.  The nurse looks horrified.  "Why's that sweetie?"  The doctor says.  "I WANT TO DIE!"  I shout into my lap.  The doctor freezes.  "But... You're family, it's so perfect."  The nurse says.   "Just overdose me on a drug.  I want to die."  I state.  "I was called... Is he awake?"  I hear.  "I want to die... I want to die... I want to die... I want to die..."  I repeat over and over again.  "Jammy..."  I hear.  I'm sobbing.  "Ink... Forget about him, let's go home."  I hear.  "I hate you..."  I mutter looking up.  Error and Ink are behind the nurse and Doctor.  "What you say?"  Error says.  "I... Hate... You."  I say coldly.  Error looks surprised.  Ink runs over to me. "Jammy!!! Don't say that!!!"  Ink cries.  "I don't care anymore... You all hate me."  I say using strings to turn away from Ink.  "Paperjam!  Don't move so much." The doctor says.  "I DON'T CARE!!! I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE!!!!"  I shout.   "We need to restrain him."  The doctor says to the nurse.  The nurse runs out of the room.  "Jammy..."  Ink says.  I start scratching at my arms somehow.   The gauze peels off and I try to scratch off the scabs off my arms.  "I... WANT... TO... DIE!"  I scream.  

Weeks later...

Cortona pushes me in a wheelchair.  She's talking to me and I nod and answer in small words.  People are staring as she pushes me.  "You don't have to push me... I can do it myself."  I say suddenly.  "No... I'm the reason you ended up like this.  It's my responsibility."  She answers.  Fresh sees me zoning out.  "Stay awake we're almost there."  She says to me.  She pushes me into art class.  Everyone looks surprised as we enter.  Mrs. H looks at me startled.  She then tears up running over to us.  "Pj!!! My goodness, I heard what happened!!!"  She says grabbing my hands.  I start to tear up.  Cortona grabs the needle and injects it into my neck.  "Please be careful of what you say.  The doctor said to not let him remember... I'm sorry if he falls asleep too."  Cortona says.  The teacher nods before wheeling me over to a desk.  She moves the chair and puts me behind the desk.  People are staring at me.  Cortona then pulls the teacher over.  "He has a hard time drawing now, so go easy on him."  I hear.  I am shaking as I pull out my sketchbook and pencil and try to draw.  I set it down knowing it was probably pointless.  Fresh then enters the class to see me.  He sits down beside me as I am setting my head and arms down on my desk.  I pass out exhausted.

I wake up to being softly shaken.  I open my eyes.  Fresh is there with Cortona.   Fresh has my stuff and Cortona helps me sit in my wheelchair properly.  "Are you okay?"  Cortona asks me.  I nod tiredly.  "I already talked to your next teacher he says if you're tired you can sleep," Cortona says.  I nod.  "I can take Pj..."  Fresh says.  She nods walking away.  "Pj... Can you hear me?"  Fresh asks.  I look up at him and nod.  "Don't do it again."  He says hugging me.  He's sobbing.  I'm trying to speak but I am having problems doing so.  I just hug him back tightly.  Mrs. H is watching in shock.  "Paperjam... Why did you do it?"   She asks.  "Is it because of the bullying?  Why didn't you let me help you?"  Fresh cries.   "N-no..."  I stutter.  Fresh is still hugging me.  "I did that because of the family... Issues."  I half lie.  "Issues wouldn't make you that histarical,"  Fresh says before looking through his glasses at me.  "It's because of Error, isn't it?"  Fresh says.  I go to say something but I stop myself.  I then look down.  My back is starting to hurt and I wince.  Fresh notices as the next bell go.   He pulls out the needle and gives me the proper dosage.  The door is open kids are watching in shock.  My eyes then go blurry.  "Please be careful with him,"  Mrs.H says worriedly.  Fresh nods making sure I'm in the wheelchair properly.  He starts to push me out of the room.