Tortured Trust

16

Jack's pov
I sat in the car with my feet pulled up to my chest. I know it wasn't safe but it made me feel safe as we drove past unfamiliar faces and places. The radio was on low as Phil drove me and Cry to the police station. We'd picked him up on our way past his and Felix's house. I wasn't told why I needed to go nor why Cry had to as well but it didn't stop the anxiety that built up inside me.

"Why do we have to go to the station?" Cry asked what I couldn't. I never took my eyes off the window as Phil remained silent. I didn't expect him to answer as Cry had asked three times now and he refused to respond.

"I don't know," he finally said, making my eyes tear away from the glass and look at him with an expression as blank as Cry's mask. My eyes roamed to Cry to see him looking in my direction. He shrugged and I let out a silent puff of air. I hated being quiet but it seemed to be the only thing I could do.

The car was quiet as we pulled into the back of the station where two men stood waiting. I recognized one as a detective that came and talked to me a few times but the other was a stranger to me.

I stayed in the car while the other two got out and talked to the people. It wasn't long before their eyes turned to me and I turned away, staring down at the floor of the car. I didn't want to go in. I didn't want to deal with people looking at me like I was some weak child. I was broken not incapable.

"Jack? Can you please come with us," Phil's soft voice asked. I looked up at him shyly and nodded anxiously. I knew I still had to go even though I didnt want to. I just had to ignore the feeling I got that made me want to run away and die or hide from the world.

"It's okay. They just want to ask you a few questions. We won't be long and I'll bring you some ice cream at the hospital if you want," Phil said with a warm smile. I was glad he was at least feeling better but I felt worse. It felt like all the help in the world couldn't help me right now.

"Alright. Now you will be safe inside this building and no one will be able to hurt you so you don't need to worry about looking over you shoulder or anything. Just stay where Sp00n here can see you and he'll keep you safe," Cartoonz said with a smile. I tried to smile back but nothing on my expression changed and it only made me feel worse.

Cartoonz led us inside, Sp00n following behind us, and to a waiting room upstairs. I sat in the corner by myself as Cry started a conversation between Phil and Sp00n while Cartoonz went to get someone. I was looking out the window like I do back at the hospital, looking out over the unfamiliar street.

Soon the conversation behind me became a blur of noise as my thoughts took over. I was drowning in the never ending comments of suicide and depression until a familiar voice pulled me out of it all. I couldn't stop myself from looking at the two officers I'd become friends with not long ago. Two people I didn't think I'd be allowed to see again.

"Hey Cry, Jack. We need you to come with us to clear up a few things," Felix said with a stern but warm smile. I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at the male next to him. The one person who ever really made me feel better, now making me feel too nervous to even move.

"Just so you aren't left out, we just need you to confirm an image found so that we can hopefully move forward in both of your cases," Mark's calming voice said with professionalism. It was as if we'd never actually met but the way his eyes continuously flicked to me proved otherwise.

The sudden feeling of wanting to run into his arms made me look away. As soon as my eyes left his I knew I would never get to be near him like I was before again. My past made me too cautious and self conscious while the flashbacks shattered me inside, breaking me down until there wasn't anything left.

"Jack?" Phil's soft voice made my eyes slowly turn to him, tears threatening to flow but never formed. My blank expression had turned into one of anxiousness and slight fear as he encouraged me to go with them. That it would be okay but I was too afraid it wouldn't be. I knew that whatever they wanted to show me would probably cause a flashback or shake me even more. I didn't want to see.

If I could swap my silence for blindness I would. I would rather scream then see the horrors that cause my pain. I didn't want to see all the never ending memories that clouded my vision and kept me from closing my eyes. I wanted to be able to talk about how much it hurt instead of being stuck by myself reliving it every day.

"It's okay Jack. You just need to point something out to us okay. That's all, one image then you can leave," Mark said softly, calming my racing nerves. I looked up at him and nodded, letting him help me up and lead me into a room Cry was coming out of. He must have gone in while I was stuck in my thoughts.

"You can do it. It's nothing major," Cry encouraged and I nodded meekly. I stood in front of a small desk to which had a single printed image on it with five people in view.

"Is any of these people your captive? I know it's a lot to ask from you but please, can you point them out?" Felix asked and I nodded, pointing to two men with a shaky hand.

Can anyone guess who they actually are?