Jason's Diary

Chapter 12

Jason's POV:

As Lola and I entered the hospital hand in hand, all eyes were on us. Everybody stopped their worked and looked at us. I bet this faggot aka Dr. Roberts told everybody that we were dating. I hated him just for being alive. I don't know why but I had the feeling that he made fun of me behind my back. "It's pretty late, so I guess it's better if we go to sleep." My hate still took control over my mind so I nodded and just mumbled: "Mhm." Lola raised her eyebrows. "Is everything alright?" No. "Yes." She shrugged. "Alright then, let's go." I followed her until we reached my room. We walked in and sat on the bed. Why couldn't I get rid of the feeling that I couldn't trust Dr. Roberts anymore? I mean, he's Dr. Roberts, the only person who took care of me when nobody else wanted to. He was there for me after Alex died. He was there for me when I was broken, an asshole (a bigger one than I am right now) and he even saved my life:

2 years ago

No one's POV:

No. That wasn't true. Alex couldn't be dead. He couldn't leave Jason alone, he just couldn't! Jason was 14 years old, he was a kid. He stood beside Alex as he saw all his blood on the floor. Jason kneeled down beside him and touched his wrists, hoping to feel Alex's pulse: Nothing. Suddenly Jason felt something warm running down his cheeks, it tasted salty. He was crying. He wiped his tears away with his thumb quickly, before anybody could see what kind of pussy he suddenly had turned into. Jason heard sirens and saw police officers walking towards him. "Who are you?" The man asked Jason. "Jason Derek McCann." He said quietly. The men nodded. "We have to take you to a home, you have nobody who can take care of you and you are too young to live alone." Everything around Jason suddenly turned black. He wasn't one of those kids. Sure, his brother was a criminal and Jason wasn't something better but he wouldn't be able to survive in a home. "No... please... don't." "We have no other choice." They sat Jason into the police car and drove away with him. He was sad. They just let Alex cold lay there and Jason didn't even had the chance to say goodbye.

After a few weeks Jason was still unhappy with his situation. The other kids who lived together with him were mean to him, but Jason didn't hesitate to kill them. Alex left a gift for Jason before he died: A gun. Jason used it almost every day. He went to jail a few times already, but they couldn't lock him up because he was too young.

One day he was sent to jail again. It was a white room with a small window, a chair, a table and a small bed inside. He didn't want to stay there. He wanted to get out of this white hell, no matter how. Suddenly Jason felt something powerful taking control of him.

-Slam against the wall as hard as you can, trust me, you will get out.-

Jason did what the voice told him and he got out. The officers found him after a few hours. When they found Jason, he stood there with a knife and was about to kill himself. The officers noticed Jason's bad side and called Dr. Roberts.

That was the day, when Dr. Roberts took him away from these bustards and saved his life.

"Jason?" "Huh?" Lola sat down next to me. "What's wrong?" I sighted. "I somehow have the feeling that I can't trust Dr. Roberts anymore. Lola's look suddenly turned sad. "Why is that?" I shook my head: "I don't know, but I have to watch him."