Tortured Trust

6

Jack's pov
I watched as he left. I tried calling out to him but nothing passed my dry throat. I looked down at my phone, ready to type something but he was already gone. I jumped as the door closed with a loud thud. Well, normal to others but loud to me.

I felt the warm feeling in my chest fade, being replaced with a tight pressure that made me feel like I was drowning. I didn't do anything to stop it though as I stared at the closed door with teary eyes.

"Don't go." A whisper filled the quiet room. I'd found my voice too late and now he was gone. He wasn't going to come back and I knew it. I finally forced myself to crawl back onto my bed and curl up into a tight ball in the corner.

It reminded me of the weeks I spent here when I first came here. Mark was the one who made me come out and walk around. He made my worries almost fade away, only to return when someone brought them but or whenever my sorrow started getting to hard to handle.

I looked out through my window with blurred vision and a wet face. I saw the light traffic driving around the streets and sighed. All I wanted was to get away from this place. It dragged my mood down so much. It didn't even matter if I was let out I just needed an escape. I needed something to releive the bad feelings I had.

"Hey Sean. What happened to doing puzzles with Mark? He just left and seemed a little upset. What happened?" A nurse asked in her sweet voice. I recognized her voice as the lady at the front desk. I don't remember much about her. I only remember her Italian accent.

I didn't turn to her or even pick up my phone, not having the strength to force my body to move. Thankfully, she left without asking any more questions and more tears fell down my face. She hadn't seen them as I'd been facing the window the whole time and my sobs were silent as my body trembled.

I tried taking deep breaths to calm down but nothing worked. I felt as if my breath was fading with each intake of air I took, my vision blurring and flashing. I started remembering times in the basement; cold, alone and in pain. I remembered hearing voices every time Ken would leave me locked in the dark, bloodied room.

I felt hands on my shoulders and jumped, trying to scramble away but only trapped myself in the corner more. A muffled voice tried talking to me but I couldn't hear what it was saying. I tried reminding myself that I wasn't in the basement anymore, that I was safe in 'my room' and no one was going to hurt me anymore.

It seemed to work as I calmed down enough to hear Cry's voice telling me to take deep breaths and focus on his voice, not letting any thoughts take over. I gave a slight nod, showing I had heard him, and followed his instructions. Soon I'd calmed down enough to see his pure white mask staring at me blankly.

"Are you okay now?" He asked calmly. I nodded meekly and turned back out the window in time to see an ambulance speed past. I tried to get a better look as to where the vehical was heading but it was soon out of sight.

"Probably a car crash down the road. Felix says there's always crashes down there because of the poor layout of the intersection," Cry said. I nodded but didn't look away from the window as more emergency vehical's drive past. I hoped whoever was involved was okay.

I turned back to Cry and gave a weak smile, searching for my phone. I saw I'd dropped it on the other side of the room when Mark had left and pointed to it. Cry saw what I wanted and picked it up for me, handing it over quietly. I typed my thoughts with slightly shaky hands before letting it speak.

"I may have said something bad to Mark and made him leave. I don't know what to do if he doesn't come back," the voice said as more tears fell down my face. He instantly pulled me into a hug. My body tensed as he came in contact with me but I didn't try to push him away, allowing his body heat to warm me up.

I felt a little better as he pulled away but guilt still filled the void in my chest. He let out a warm breath of air that got caught in his mask as he looked out the window. I did the same as watched as traffic slowly built up.

"Wanna come do craft with me? Felix got called out to help with the crash just before I was asked to see you. I'm working on something cool," Cry offered. It almost seemed as if he was begging me to come with him and not just asking.

I let out a sigh and nodded to him, letting him take my small hand in his and pull me out of the safety of my room. He lead me down the familiar hall I'd been down only but a few times and to a door that had 'craft' written on it. He swung the door open and tugged me along, though still being gentle.

I felt faces turn to me and a tight feeling tugged at my chest. I glanced around and saw all the others looking at me, some with sympathy, others with a kind smile. I looked down shyly as Cry pulled out what looked like a half made green jumper and held it up for me to see.

"I've been making it to wear when I get out next month. Felix gave me the idea," Cry said with joy but sorrow filled my thoughts. He was leaving? Next month? I was happy for him but then who was I meant to talk to when Mark wasn't here, if Mark comes back at all...