# About Four or Five Years ago #
"James," Jackson spitted the blood that was in his mouth. "Don't do it"
The green-eyed man walked in a circle around Jackson. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he smirked evilly. "Little boy, someone has to pay the consequences."
Jackson got up slowly from the ground, only to fall down again weakly. "Do whatever you want with me, but don't do anything to my sister"
James chuckled rather loudly, as if Jackson just told the funniest joke in the world.
"You don't have to-" Harry tried to talk, but he felt a strong pain in his gut, and almost automatically fell to the floor.
"Harold, what have I told you about trying to save people?" James chucked. "How can you save others, if you couldn't even save yourself, or your friends, matter of fatly?" James choke his head, exchanging glances at the two boys laying on the ground. "It's him or you."
Screams and cries could be heard from the bon fire next to Jackson.
Harry pushed himself up with his strong arms. Pain still present on his face, but he still manage to pull of a smug grin. "Don't forget our little deal there, Jacques"
James furrowed his eyebrows at Harry. "I haven't forgot about our deal, dear Harold. If I had, you wouldn't be here to witness this." Before Harry could even take a deep breath, James was behind Jackson, grabbing his neck. His now red eyes locked on Harry's mix of green and purple eyes.
Harry growled. "Don't you even dare-" and with a high-pitched scream coming from Jackson, James disappeared.
Jackson remained emotionless looking at Harry. The golden haired boy's left hand made contact with his neck, feeling two small holes on it, pouring out blood like there was no tomorrow.
As the golden haired boy's eyes became cold, he whispered: "Please, protect her"
Harry speed-ran to Jackson and grabbed his body with his arms just before it fell completely on the ground. "That's what I've been doing, all these years"
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# Now #
Since the young girl was behaving just like the mentors of the Asylum wanted (by taking all the medicine they gave her and not creating any disturbances), Jennifer was free to walk through her floor every weekend afternoon.
Today was Saturday, so the blond haired girl decided to take a walk through her floor, scanning every detail she could manage.
"Why is there a pretty lady like you doing here in this place?" a dark haired boy asked Jennifer, as she was about to turn the corner of the corridor to her room. "Alcoholism? Drug addict?" the boy kept asking. When Jennifer ignored him and kept walking, he jumped to her side and followed her, not taking his gaze off her.
"Suicide tendencies?" he frowned. Jennifer ignored him, yet again.
"Oh wait, don't tell me you're those masochists'?" the boy chuckled.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"Jennifer snapped, stopping in her track and looking at the boy.
"Nothing. If you thought I was going to make fun of your thing, I wasn't. What you do to find sexual pleasure is up to you and-"
"I'm not" Jennifer snapped, resuming her walk.
The boy kept chasing her around. "Well, what's your thing then?"
"What thing?" Jennifer asked, not even glancing at the boy next to her.
"You know,"he chuckled. "The reason they put you in here" Jennifer sighed, but didn't respond.
The boy took a side-glance at the white skinned girl next to her. "Look, I understand you're not happy by being in here, but in fact, neither of us are," the boy choke his head. "This place is a mess, even bigger than the one inside my head, if that's even possible" he chuckled.
Jennifer furred her eyebrows and looked at the boy, seeing a huge smirk plastered on his face. "Do you actually find that funny?"
"What?" the black haired boy looked at the blond haired girl confused.
"Laughing at other people's problems like they are nothing. Like life is just a huge joke"
The young boy smirked, looking up at the sky. "I've always been a person that prefers to laugh than to cry. It's better to shoo away the bad thoughts and always think positive, yeah?"
Jennifer smirked ever so slightly at the black haired boy. "What's your name and how long have you been here?"
"Theodore. A little over six months" he ruffled his hair. "You?"
"Jennifer. This is my third day here"
"Well, Jenna," he circled the blonde-haired girl's shoulders with his right arm, making her arch her eyebrows at him. "Welcome to the St. Philips Asylum, or how we call it here, the Island Of Misfits"
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A/N
oh hey, a second update this week, ahaha
so, new characters! Some people sent me DM's on twitter asking who James was and why did I wrote in the plot part "James" and not just the name, well, hope you have you understood now :)
also, on the side is an edit of Jennifer what the hair color she had here before she started painting with completely blond on the side (or on top, in the app)!
If any of you know how to change hair colors and stuff like that on Photoshop, I will appreciate some edits of young Jennifer (Abbey Lee Kershaw) but with that hair color :)
of course, if you want to send some edits or manips or your favorite parts of the story and/or opinions, my Ask.Fm (ask.fm/Vaniva123) and Twitter (@Vaniva123) is always open for you! x
PS: don't be afraid to comment, seriously. your comments always make me smile or laugh and they always make me want to update more and faster, so, don't be scared :) x
