1:05am
I thought of Mark all day today.
No.
This whole week.
The first person in this cruel world to show interest in me and my worthlessness.
He said my eyes were pretty. He said he missed me. I miss him. I miss him a lot.
I hate it here.
I've been here too many times before. I just wanna go home. I just want to see Mark.
His smile somehow made me forget about my pain. It's lifting, it's spiritual, it's beautiful.
Mark's smile is beautiful, unlike this world.
"Jackson, sleep." The guard by the door speaks to me.
I can't sleep. I haven't slept in two weeks.
"Give me the trazadone."
No.
Don't let me sleep. I'll have nightmares, please just leave me alone.
I let the man inject me with the drug.
As my eyes become too heavy to lift open, I picture Mark's smiling face.
And for that night, I have a nightmare of my parents taking Mark away.
I hate sleep.
