Twisted •Jerome Valeska

•Chapter 28•

I've made friends with those guys. They're funny. And they're all really nice, Wait actually there was this one guy, he said that he though Jerome was good looking an he would love to... I'm not going to finish that that but long story short I stabbed him.

Stab counter: 2/5

I'm getting around in the Asylum. People are getting to know my name, and what I want, you know what I want so I'm not going to say it hehe.

I've not seen that many guards or doctors, I mean, I've seen a few but not as much as you'd expect after three break outs.

I've tried to talk to some of the men at the table which Mark, the guy with the blonde hair, keeps telling me not to talk to.

Every time I go to talk to them, he would pull me away or when I was about to introduce myself he would come up with some stupid excuse as to why I had to help him do something.

Stupid fuck.

I sat at the table where everyone was sitting, they were all having a conversation I tried to join in but I didn't know what they were talking about so I gave up. It's funny, I felt like I was a kid at the gown ups table.

"Can we talk about something else?" I moaned. Mark looked at me. "Well what do you want to talk about then?" He crossed his arms. I shrugged.

"How about, I go make more friends!" I grin. Mark narrowed his eyes. "Okay, you go do that, but remember, I'll be watching" "Yeah sure whatever" I rolled my eyes and got up from the table.

I looked around the room. Everyone looked so sad, and that made me sad. I looked back over at Mark, he was watching me carefully. I smiled and turned back around.

I looked over to the table where the men with the colourful hair were. There was only two today. One had red hair and the other had yellow. I looked back over at Mark. He wasn't watching me anymore. I smiled and walked over to the pair and sat down opposite to them.

"Hello boys!" I chirp.

They look at me. "Why so sad?" I frown. They both shrugged. "You boys sure don't talk a lot" I giggle.

"What do you want?" The man with yellow hair said boringly. "I want to be friend" I smile. "No thanks, I don't think your 'dad' wants you anywhere near us anyway" he said looking over my shoulder at Mark, who's face was red with anger.

"He's not my dad" I mumble.

"Well he sure does act like it" the man with red hair says. I shrug. "He's just afraid" I say. "Him? What's could he be afraid of?" The yellow haired asks. "Well he tells me to stay away from your boss, so probably him?" I shrug.

They both look at each other then smile. "He's afraid of our boss?". I shrug. "Or me doing something stupid, it's more likely that though" I smile nervously.

"Hey, you wanna meet him?" The yellow haired man asks. "Meet who?".
"Our boss" he says. I look back over at Mark, he shakes his head. I frown. "Uh I-" "don't tell me you're going to listen to him, he's not your dad right?" The red haired man smiles evilly. "Well yeah" "Well then c'mon!" he stands up.

I look back over at Mark. He frowns. I look back over at the men. "Uh yeah okay sure..." I say shakily. They both grin and the red haired man takes my arm and leads me out of the rec room and down the halls.