Victimized

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I'm cold. And wet. And miserable.

 I feel like dying.

Tell me this is a dream.

I'm out in the rain, the cold. It's dark out, so I'm assuming it's late night. I don't recognize this place at all. Wait.. yes I do. It's just not what I'm used to anymore. I'm standing in front of the hospital. Not just any hospital, THE hospital. Boston Life Hospital. I whip around to run away, but I just see Dr. Devol, my psychiatrist, standing in my way, literally instead of metaphorically this time. No. I'm dreaming. I shut my eyes, hard. Get me out. Get me out. Get me OUT.

I wake up, sweating. Mark is still asleep, thank god. I try to calm myself down by telling myself I'm not in Boston. And then, I realize I am in Boston. No, you know what? This is going to be fun. I'm going to enjoy myself. Yay. Fun. Happy. Oh, who am I kidding? This was a terrible idea. Pax will be fun I'm sure, if I can get past the fact that I'm close to being pulled back into therapy. 

Yay, so much fun.... 

I slowly get up from the bed. Maybe there's food or something I can get to? I tiptoe out of the bedroom into the main room (which has a kitchenette) and I see Jack, in the mini-fridge, apparently also looking for food. 

"Anything good?" I whisper. He jumps slightly and turns around. "I didn't see you there... Sorry if I woke you up." He apologizes in his perfect Irish accent. "No, that's alright. It was just a bad dream..." I trail off, not wanting to talk about it. "Oh, well, there's some chocolate pudding in here. Would you like some?" He offers. "Yea, sure." He's so kind. He pulls two pudding cups out of the fridge and tosses me one, which I barely catch. We both giggle at how great I'm not at physical activity, and he sits on the couch. I walk over and sit next to him. We chat quietly for an hour or so while eating our pudding. "You're a very kind person." I tell him. "What, because I got you pudding?" We laugh. "No, just... you're always so nice." He deserves the compliment. "Well thank you." He smiles. "I'm going to go back to bed now." He tells me. "Goodnight, Jack." "Goodnight Y/N." And thus he walks off into his bedroom. Yes, there is no doubt in my mind that Pax will be fun, that it will be the time of my life, and it will crazily bond me with these people. 

My friends. 

I grab my laptop and upload a prerecorded video before getting back into bed next to Mark.

"Friends are just enemies you don't hate yet."

OMA sorry this is so short! I felt I shouldn't go past a single section, and the next one will be much longer. Hope you enjoy!