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Saturday 18th November ~ 10:23pm

Mark's POV:

After the incident in the hallway I didn't see Jack for awhile.

I had no concept of time, but it must've been days on end of the same routine. I'd be fed the same cereal before Dark would escort me to the lab, where he'd blindfold me, gag me and dose me with whatever drug he hadn't already tried yet.

After that my awareness of the world disappeared, so anything could've been happening to me.

I had no idea what was going on.

All I knew is that when I'd return to my cell I'd been so exhausted that I'd pass out the second my body hit the ground.

And thus the cycle would start anew.

"Where..." I started, swooning in Dark's grip as he unlocked the cell. "Tell me where Sean is..."

Dark scoffed, only needing to release my arm and let me topple into the cell. My head buzzed. "Such petty demands."

Lain on the concrete, I watched Dark leave the room, all the while my rage built. "Hey...! Give me some fricking answers!" I blurted, my words slurred.

Yet Dark had already left.

My hope of escape was fading, depressing thoughts clouding my mind. My body was weaker, my muscles sapped of their usual strength. I'd lost my energy.

There was no way I'd be able to outrun anyone in that state.

My mind broke further with every new injection, and this combined with the isolation and despair was too much. I couldn't take it anymore.

It hurt worse to know somewhere in that facility Jack could've been feeling the same way.

Or worse.

"Mark?"

I jumped a mile, glancing around.

He was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe I was finally losing my mind.

"...Jack?" I responded to nobody.

It only took a second for him to answer.

"Jezus, Mark, what the hell?"

I turned, my eyes caught by a vent in the far corner. The sound had came from that side of the room.

Curious, I scooted to the vent, attempting to peek through the slats. I struggled to see anything.

"Jack? What happened to you?" I asked, unsure.

For a moment I feared I wouldn't get a response.

"Hell if I know!" Jack exclaimed. His voice echoed through the vent. "Anti keeps drugging me or whatever. It's... Really hard to remember stuff."

So he had been going through the same things as me. I leaned closer.

"Yeah... I can relate." I called through.