One shots.

Jack.

Friday March 16 2025
Hi. I'm 101311. I'm 17 years old and the year is 2025. I don't have a name. Just a number. That's all.  I've been around for as long as I can remember. I have green hair, blue eyes, I'm really pale and I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world. I live a great life, but, I'm broken. I'm not human. Never have been. I have this..other personality that takes over. He kills. Hurts. Destroys. That's why I'm here. Ireland Mental Institution. Also known as the IMI. I've been here since I was 10. My mum brought me here. She said that this "dark side" of me can't be out of an institution. I hate her. I hate my dad. I hate my brother. I hate it here. I hate everyone here. But it doesn't end there. My left arm was ripped off when one of the other patients here and I got into a fight. He ripped my arm clean off. The "doctors" had to replace it with a robotic arm. But they're slowly turning me into a slave. I swear it. Everyday they take me to this room. White walls, a tray with many needles with fluids in them and a table in the middle of the room, just big enough for someone my height and size. I swear this room was made for me. They'd strap me down using old belts and then take a needle, piercing it into my arm and injecting the liquid into my body. Sooner or later it'd knock me out and I'd fall into the void. But I'd still feel them injecting more fluids into my face, arm, chest and stomach. When they'd bring me back, they'd tell me to do something and I'd automatically do it. I couldn't help it. Even now, I still do it. Now, you're probably wondering how I met my boyfriend. His name is Mark. He's 19 and he's a "doctor" her at the IMI. I know I said that I hate the "doctors" but es nice. He doesn't hurt me (I think) like the other ones. He's gentle and sweet and makes me feel like I'm not a slave here. I stay in this room almost all day except when they take me to the room. I like going to the room...only sometimes because I get to see Mark. He also brings my meals and new clothes for me to wear. I usually don't end up wearing clothes cause I tear them up by noon. He takes me to the room and on the way he always tells me it's going to be ok. That they want to help me. I never believe that part. I'm usually alone in this room except when Mark comes. There's not a lot of people at the IMI. A few that I've met are Mad, Die and Nate. Matt's the one that took my arm off. The guards had to shoot him. Anti is my "dark side", the one that makes decisions for me. Doesn't matter what. I think I've become a slave not only to the people at this hell hole, but him too. I have these random out bursts where I'll destroy everything in my path. That's when the "doctors" have to take me to the room more then three times a day and strap me down, putting needles in me. But, I think Anti is calm now. That's only because of the drugs they put me on. The- I was about to finish my journal entry for the day when Mark came into my room, holding a stack of clothing. I looked down to see that I had torn off my clothes. "101311, I have your clothes", He only has to use that name when the door to my room his open, which it was. I nodded and he closed the door, walking over to the bed I sat on. He set the clothing down, carefully taking the brown book and dull pencil from me, setting them down on the nightstand. He gently pealed away the remains of my green shirt and black pants. I sat quietly, watching him. Anti always seems at rest when Mark is here. He's gentle and caring. "Would you like to get dressed love?" I loved that nickname. Since I don't have a name, he calls me Love, Baby, things like that. I shook my head and he nodded, picking up and unfolding the blue shirt that sat on top of the pile. I lifted my arms up and he slipped the shirt on me. Next he took the grey bottoms, slipping them over my pale legs. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. "How are those journal entries doing?", I shrugged "Doesn't do a lot for me". He sat on the bed, putting me in his lap, gently rubbing my back. I smiled, looking up at him, his chocolate eyes meeting my ocean blues. That's what Mark tells me my eyes look like. I'm not allowed to have mirrors. He leaned in, softly kissing me. My cheeks turned a light pink as I softly kissed back. I could feel him smile against my lips before he pulled away. "I have a name for you Love." My ears perked up and my eyes went wide with anticipation. He smiled, gently running his hands through my green hair. "Jack." I looked at him slightly confused "Why?". He softly kissed my cheek. "J is the tenth letter of the alphabet, A is the first, C is the third and K is the eleventh. Your number is 101311. So I though it fit" I smiled brightly and flung my arms around him "I love it!". We both smiled before Mark looked at the time, our smiles faded. "I have to get back to work" I nodded and sat on the bed. He stood up, gently kissed my cheek and went over to the door "Bye Jack. I love you" I smiled again "Bye Marky. I love you too" and with that, Mark opened the door, walking out, closing and locking the door behind him. He had to do that so I couldn't get out. I still smiled as I picked up my journal, continuing my entry from earlier, that name still floating around my head. Jack. Jack. Jack

Heeey. So, I know this took a while, but it's here. I'm publishing the first three chapters of It Happened at 1am on Friday. I hope I can get them out. I have the first two, I'm still working on the third. I'm sorry if one of them is short, but it'll still be good. Anyway, thank you for reading and 2k reads. I think I mentioned this in the other one, but Thank you so so much. Byeee ✌🏻😁✌🏻
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