The World Turned Upside Down ||.lams.||

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TW: Implications and mentions of rape!

John was breathing heavily as he gripped onto the passing woman's shirt, tears running down his face.  She stared at him in horror and disgust.  She stared at the dirty boy begging for help and forgiveness.  The boy who was not okay, but wouldn't admit it.

"P-please!"  He sobbed, almost tripping.  "I was just a-a-attacked!  A m-man... He attacked me!  He-"  The words cut off in John's mouth horribly.  He still didn't have a shirt on, and his dirtied jeans were pulled up lazily on his hips.  He thought about it, and he couldn't say the words.  He couldn't tell the woman what happened to him.

The woman pushed him away and he fell to the ground, disgust in her eyes.  "What the hell are you on!"  She spat at John, who scrambled away.  "Beat it freak, or I'll call the cops and have you arrested for assault!"  The pure disgust in her voice washed over John, and he shuddered as she stomped away.

"Baby boyyyy.... Where are youuu?"  A deep voice cut across John's confusion.  The confusion turned into panic, and the panic morphed into pure terror.  Stumbling, the long haired boy started to run, stumbling over himself and the after affects of the situation he had just been put in.  But the deep voice followed, getting louder, getting closer.

RUN.  RUN.  RUN.

That was all John could think.  His chest was burning for air and his legs screamed for help, but he ran.  And ran.  And ran.  Until the deep voice was upon him, wrapped around him and in his ear.

"Baby boy..."  The voice purred, "you don't run away from me, remember."  John felt the clip of something around his neck, and he realised too late he had run to a desolate place, back alleyways.  And it was the middle of the night.

"You're my favourite little pet, baby.  You're a lovely obedient little boy.  You just love to obey your master."  The deep voice continued, and John tried to yank away.  Due to the thing around his neck, his breathing was temporarily restricted, and he gagged.  This allowed the deep voice to pull him closer again, their two bodies pressed tightly against each other. 

"I've been watching you pet."  Deep voice was everywhere, confusing John.  "I've seen how you act towards other men.  I've seen just how desperate you can be."  John's air was disappearing, his feeling and warmth being taken by the deep voice.  "I've learned everything that makes you completely helpless, a pet, a doll."  The words were the only thing.  John felt his own body go limp, but his arms and legs tensed, and they pushed forward.  He was on the ground.

"See."  The voice whispered.  "You're just like a dog.  You'll be a great pet."  John could see again, he could see a light, a swirling light of different colours.  It didn't make sense.  He didn't remember being brought to the light, he didn't remember hitting the concrete.  Everything was so confusing. 

"Watch the pretty lights baby boy."  Deep voice was back.  It was soft and gentle, and John felt a body around his.  A hand on his thigh, a nose pressed against his head.  "You like the pretty lights, I know you do.  And the pretty lights are making you mine.  Every part of you."  And John listened to the deep voice.

John Laurens woke with a gasp, curled up, without a blanket, on his uncomfortable institute bed.  He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes.  He managed to sit up and take a deep breath.  He was back in his room at the institute, in a sense, home.  No more voice or lights or pressure on his neck. 

"John?"  Someone called, and John looked up.  His roommate was staring at him, sitting across from him on the bed in the room they shared.  It was Phillip.  'Little' Phillip Hamilton.  He was only 19, but his mind was older.  Much older.  "Are you okay?"

John nodded blankly, rubbing his face.  He took a deep breath and stared at the blanket he had kicked down his bed.  Sighing, he reached for it, pulling it back onto him.  "M'fine."

"That Jefferhoe in your dreams again?"  Phillip asked, and John nodded, feeling a smile tug at his lips.  "Oh yeah," Phillip continued, "I heard the nurses dragging that other Hamilton guy down the hallway.  He had another attack apparently." 

John nodded.  It had been roughly a week since him and Alexander had crossed paths.  They didn't really interact much except for a nod at breakfast or in the hallways.  Alex would try to make conversation, but John would just stay silent.

"What time is it?"  John managed to ask, stretching and ignoring the cold sweat and constant shake of his body.  It was a normal thing now.

Before Phillip could answer, Nurse Theo poked her head into the room, and Phillip went silent.  He claimed to be in love with the assistant nurse, and he would be so struck whenever she came around.

"John, there's a letter for you.  Of course due to privacy we couldn't open it, but it's signed T.Jeff.  Know that me, Nurse Laf, and Nurse Herc will always be here for you if it's from him."  Theo smiled.

Johh went pale, but took the letter anyways.