Crazy for you...

Harbouring a fugative

Mark's POV
I heard a nock on my door.
"Coming!" I yelled. I ran to the door. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it. I was startled. The first thing I saw was the mental asylum jumpsuit, white with a blood patch slowly splitting into two streams. The fist with blood on it. As I panicked I analyse him more. My eyes rises up. Green hair. My panic rested. Jack. He began to stumble. He fell back into the tiles. I grabbed him, carrying him to the sofa. I placed him down and returned to lock the door. I headed upstairs to sleep.

"Oh shit! Fuck!" Jack yelled. I heard him deep breathing. I rushed down stairs quickly running.
"Calm down, it's just a dream!" I said.
"Yeah..." he muttered, "just a dream..."
I smiled at him and sat down next to him.
"Mark, this house isn't safe, I went insane here! You need to move!" He said. I nodded.
"I am, I sold it! I bought a new house, I'm moving! Far from the asylum... I'm not staying here, your not insane Jack' I've seen crazy after crazy and your different! Stay with me until the heat dies down, then..." I stopped. Then what?
"Does there have to be a then?" He asked. I smiled at him and shook my head. He hugged me.
"Thank you so much Mark!" He said. I put my hand on his back.
"I'll pack what I need, so we can leave tomorrow! Straight away!" I said. We headed upstairs. We climbed in the master bed after packing everything...

—The next day—
Jack's POV
We awoke to nocking.
"Hello? It's Smith, Smith Sollan I'm moving in?" I heard from the door. We both ran down stairs and grabbed the bags. I followed Mark out. We both got in the car, me in the back, and set off to OUR new home.
"Feel free to fall asleep, you woke up twice last night after all!" Mark said.
"Trust me I'm used to it!" I said. I stared out of the window. 5 miles to the airport?
"Mark? We can't fly! I have no passport!" I said.
"Why do you think I'm leaving! I'm out of America! I stole it for ya! Also use this spray-on hair colour! You can't have green!" He said. I did as he said. Brown. Missed that! We parked the car. It was a friends, Mark said they're gunna pick it up. We headed in, boarding the plane in minutes. Me and Mark sat next to each other. I slowly drifted into sleep, head on his shoulder...

Hey guys! I'm wondering wether I should return to the asylum, like, Jack getting caught? Up to you! Say in the comments! I don't mean next chapter, I mean in a couple chapters!