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                          ∆Jacks POV∆

I groaned turning over towards the sun

The wind blowing in my face from the previous night of leaving a window opened.

I scratched my head and ran a hand through my fluffy hair.

I checked my phone.

8:28 AM

I sighed and got up from the bed.

There was a bathroom in the guest room so I opened the door to it and walked in.

I turned on the shower and stripped.

I waited till the shower had gotten warm enough to get into it.

I ran a hand through my hair that was way to long and needed a cut. Desperately.

I let the warm water hit my body.

I started to fret.

What if Mark finds out I'm not Seán or Jack or whoever this dude was called.

What if he finds out the real guy is dead.

What of he found out I took his identity.

I took it for the money.

The job this guy had.

A doctor.

Turns out playing operation growing up doesn't teach you how to do surgery.

I had no where to go.

I took the identity of this man

And it's all backfired on me.

He had his hair dyed a vibrant green like grass.

So of course I dyed my hair.

So that didn't help.

So I took an online job

I just worked in my car and got payed in my PayPal.

I wasn't lying when I said I was a traveler.

I was.

But it's because I'm running from the police.

Because I murdered the man.

I turned off the shower and was immediately replaced with the cold emptiness feeling of the air.

I quickly ran out in a towel and scampered through my suitcase for something good.

I threw on something random.

A black hoodie with "stay weird" imprinted on the side and black pants with black shoes.

It took me a moment to realise a variety of my clothes are black.

I quickly threw on the clothes and hopped around trying to get the shoes to get on while going to Mark's room.

I was a mixture of a morning and night person.

Mark clearly wasn't.

He liked down in the bed.

His brown and beige sheets all in a complete mess around him.

One leg hung out of the sheet the other safely covered

He still wore his clothes from yesterday.

"Mark!" I yelled to wake him up

Mark frantically moved in his bed which led him to topple to the ground.