Tortured Trust

10

Jack's pov
I woke up feeling warm. That's different. I opened my eyes to see that I was in a complete new environment than I remembered being in when I fell asleep. My body tensed as I frantically tried to remember where I was. A sudden voice outside my door made me relax.

"Don't disturb him. I'll wake him up when breakfast is ready okay. Give him some extra sleep," Mark's calm morning voice said, sounding deeper after just waking up.

"Fine. But take it easy will ya bro. I'll cook and you go back to bed. You need to rest too you know," Felix's voice said, sounding concerned.

"I'm fine. I'll just sit on the couch. And can you make your Swedish pancakes?" Mark asked, sounding almost like a little child.

"Pannkakor? Visst sak bro," Felix sain in a different language, which I presumed was Swedish. (Yes it is my child. According to Google translate XD)

I heard their footsteps fade away and rolled over, looking around the large bedroom. (Too lazy to give a description so dream away). It had a calming affect on me compared to the cold lonely feel the mental hospital gave me. It made me feel... happy.

I took a relaxing breath and tried to sit up but pain seared up my side. I lay still as I waited for the pain to stop and remembered the stitches I had across my waist. I was stupid for stabbing myself but it kinda worked out for the best. Well, hopefully it does.

When I'd gathered enough energy, and psyched myself up enough, I forced my body to sit up, ignoring the pain it brung. I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and held onto my waist, taking deep breaths. I closed my eyes and silently told myself it would be worth getting up.

"Need a hand?" A voice made me jump. I looked up to meet chocolate brown eyes and a breath taking half smile. I realised I was holding my breath and slowly let it out, nodding my head sheepishly.

Mark strode over to me and held him hand out for me. I took it and allowed him to help me up. I held onto his arm for support as he led me out of the bedroom. I stared at the floor as we walked into the living room, Felix in the kitchen just in front of us.

"Morning our little leprechaun," Felix greeted me with a snigger. I looked up at him blankly, desperately wanting to say something back but no words would come out. It seems I can only find my voice for a few seconds before it's gone again.

"I'm makin pancakes. How do you like yours?" Felix asked, holding up my phone. I shrugged, not bothering to type anything as I simply sighed 'how ever'. He nodded and spun around, singing something in Swedish.

"Wanna play some video games?" Mark asked, bringing my attention back to him. I looked at him, the same blank expression frozen on my face but my eyes burning with emotion. I nodded, watching as he sat me down on the couch and started up the Xbox. (If u no like. Me don care)

"What do you want to play? I got a lot of things," Mark said, showing me all the different games he had. I nearly choked at the vastness of them. One game caught my eye in particular and I pointed to it.

"Need for speed. Nice choice," Mark said as he started up the game. We ended up spending almost an hour just customising our cars and Felix constantly supplying us with pancakes, which tasted delicious. When we did finally begin racing I lost the first round, being new to the game and all. But the second round I won, and every game after that.

At first I thought it was just Mark letting me win but he is just naturally terrible at games. He would spin out and drive into things then rage afterwards. It was very amusing to watch and Felix was even eating popcorn at one point.

However, with all the fun we were having. I still only managed to crack a smile. I wanted to laugh and joke like Felix and Mark were doing but I couldn't. But I could tell the other two were supportive and proud that I'd managed to do what I had.

"Hey ah, I'm going to go check up on Cry. I'll see you in a bit," Felix said after checking the time.

"Bring back some cake and lollies when you come back," Mark said childishly. Felix rolled his eyes as i watched silently.

"No Mark. You two need to rest not get all hyper," Felix said, leaving before Mark could respond. I laughed in my head at Mark's pouty response and looked away, biting on my lip.

I saw Mark looking at me from the corner of my eye and turned to him again, tilting my head to the side with confusion. I gave him a questioning looked and he just smiled, a slight dust of pink showing across his face.

He got up and went into the kitchen and opened up a cupboard. He grabbed out what looked like a popcorn packet and put it in the microwave. I watched him carefully as he glanced at me from the corner of his eyes every now and then.

The microwave beeped and he grabbed out the now bursting packet of popcorn and walked back over to me, sitting right next to me now. He opened the packet and began searching through a Netflix for a movie. I knew what he was doing because I remembered doing this with... No, they don't exist anymore. Don't think of them.

"What movie you wanna watch?" Mark asked, cutting my thoughts like a knife. I shrugged my shoulders and let him put on what ever movie he wished. He didn't choose a horror movie as to not spike my anxiety but deep down inside me, I kinda wished he had.