Tortured Trust

7

222 FOLLOWERS... today we made legends

Jack's pov
I sat in the corner of the craft room, the dream catcher I'd been working on all week sitting in my lap. I wasn't doing anything with it at the moment, just staring at the vibrant blues and greens that spiraled around each other. 

"What are you thinking Jack?" Cry's voice asked sadly. Felix nor Mark had visited all week and Cry appeared to take the biggest toll from it. He loved spending time with Felix and his condition plummeted with out him, sending him into the same depression as me.

I looked up at him to see his pure white mask, and that obnoxious blank expression. I understood why Cry wore it but I hated how I couldn't read his emotions. His voice was able to cover it up most of the time but it's so hard to tell what he's thinking inside his head.

"Yeah, me too," he sighed when I gave him a sad look. I felt bad for him. He'd become dependant on Felix visiting every day and with out that he has no light, no joy. Felix was the reason he was always so cheerful and happy and his sudden disappearance took that light away.

I looked back down at the dream catcher in my hands and felt disgusted in the bright colours, my thoughts telling me to add darker colours that related to me more. Colours that reflected myself and showed how broken I really was. I grabbed a roll of place string and began tieing it around the different threads, not removing the brighter colours as I'd already worked so hard on it.

When I was done I held it up and looked at the spiraling colours that looked like a green and blue eye. I let out a sigh and dropped it back onto my lap and looked at cry again. Usually he created the most colourful things out of all of us but today his,work was dark and sad. I wish I could help him but I'm no better off.

"Cry!" A familiar voice shouted from the door. Everyone turned to see Felix rush through the doors and straight over to Cry, pulling him into a hug.

"F-Felix?" Cry uttered out, tightly wrapping his arms around Felix. I felt a tug at my chest with how close they were and looked away. Who would let anyone get that close to you? I couldn't but that might be because of what I've been through. I think I remember it being natural for people to hug each other. I... can't remember.

"...k is in the hospital and I couldn't leave his side. I'm so sorry." I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Felix talking. I shook away my thoughts and tried to listen but all I could think of was how I didn't remember anything after the death of my mother to me getting tortured. All I can remember is being in front of my mothers grave then in the basement, but there was several years in between that... what happened to them?

"Jack?" A voice once again drew me back to reality and I looked up at a worried Felix. I gave him a looked that showed I was listening and frowned.

"Did you get any of what I just said?" Felix asked and I shook my head, trying to stay focused as my thoughts became crowded. "Mark is in the hospital. He got hit by a car and was out all week. He woke up this morning and wanted me to explain why we haven't been here and appolagise."

Wait what?! Mark was the one in the car crash? Why was he appolagising? He was the one in hospital. Then again, we're both in a 'hospital' but he's injured more. How did I not realise something was up sooner? I was too busy lost in my own stupid head to even think about Mark long enough to realise he'd been hurt.

"JACK!" I couldn't think straight. I couldn't control my breathing as tears filled my eyes. I tried to take deep breaths and hold back the tears but they were alresdy falling down my face as I struggled to breath.

"He need some space. Cry can you talk to him. You're the only one who seems to calm him down," Dan's voice said through my thoughts but was muffled.

"Okay, ah. Jack, you need to calm down. Take some deep breaths and think of something that makes you happy.... I don't think he can hear me," Cry's startled voice was only just heard over my thoughts but I couldn't do as he said.

"Move out the way! Jack, you don't know me personally but my name is Ohm. You are Jack and you are in the crafts room at the mental hospital. You are in the room with six people but only two are near you. One is your best friend Cry and the other is me. You are wearing a blue hooded sweater and dark blue jeans. You were clearly too lazy to put proper shoes on this morning and are wearing green fluffy slippers on your feet...," Ohm continued to tell me all the different things around me and the more I listened the more I calmed down.

I was finally able to take proper breaths, my thoughts only whispers in the back of my mind like they usually are. I looked up at the person in front of me to see a man with a light grey hoodie with bunny ears and a thing grey cloth covering his eyes. An omega symbol was printed on both his mask and his jumper.

The only thing I could see of his face was his nose and caring smile. I gave him a thankful smile in return and instinctively wrapped my arms around my waist. It was something that always comforted me and seemed to also work now as I looked around the room of people. Ohm was right, there certainly was six people in the room with me.