HE'S MINE → JASON MCCANN

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Chapter Five |
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It's blurry. I can't really see anything but a long dark hallway. The only thing I notice is a room at the end of the hallway. The lights are on inside. I have a bad feeling. It's so quiet, the only sound that can be heard is my breathing. My mind keeps telling my legs to stop & run the opposite direction but for some reason I keep inching closer towards the room. I'm not prepared for what's in that room.

I look down noticing a gun  in my hand. I grip it tightly as I walk closer towards the room. I know I'm going to need it. My hair's sticking to my face because of how sweaty my body is. I'm even shaking from the anticipation & nerves. I look behind me wearingly, seeing a completely dark hallway behind me.

I stop suddenly by the door. I hold the gun up, aiming it towards the ceiling. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I find the courage to actually go inside. I quickly aim the gun ahead of me as I stand in front of the room.

I slowly lower my aim once I see Jason laying on a bed. I look around the small room, noticing that the only thing in the room is a bed & a rusted toilet with a small sink. My eyes quickly look back over towards him. I thought that he'd be somewhat relieved to see me standing here but he looks blank & distant. Almost like he doesn't recognize me. All he's doing is just eyeing me.

"Jason?" I ask slowly, stepping closer inside of the room. He sits up from the bed as his furrowed & confused eyes studies mine.

I want to hug & embrace him—but from the way he's looking at me; I feel scared to. "What are you doing here?" He asks flatly. My mouth parts, I feel like I don't know who I'm looking at.

"I came to get you." I breath out hesitantly.

"Why?" He quickly asks.

"Because I care about you." I say defensively. Why is he asking me this? My eyes scan over his bruised eyes. I can't help but feel sick. "You shouldn't have come here. I turned myself in for a reason." He says bitterly. My face screws up in confusion.

"What?" I ask breathlessly. I try to push back the tears that are developing in my eyes.

"Just leave." He says. I search his eyes trying to search for some ounce of regret, remorse, emotion but I see nothing. He looks at me like I'm some kind of stranger. Those eyes that once made me feel special, loved—wanted, made me feel like nothing. "I'm not leaving." I whisper defiantly. There's no way I'm just going to simply walk away. I suddenly feel a tear drop onto my neck.

He steps off the bed, causing my nerves to fully kick in. My eyes travel over his body, noticing that he's wearing a hospital robe. It feels completely unsettling —seeing him wearing something like that. He takes slow paces towards me. My mind once again keeps telling myself to move back but I just stay put. I look into his eyes fearfully.

"I'm sorry." He whispers. He uses his fingers to lift my chin up. I'm just standing here confused by everything. I swallow down hard, feeling myself relax under his touch. "Do you forgive me?" He asks. I look up at him, staring into his eyes. They softened. I finally recognize him. In this moment he doesn't look like a stranger. This look in his eyes is familiar. It's him.