We don't belong here

Jacks POV

It was Christmas and everyone was allowed to go home for a few days.
Everyone but me and Alex.
"It's not fair." I said quietly and watched everyone go with their parents who looked happy about seeing them.
"Life isn't fair Jacky." Alex said from his bed.
"I know it isn't." I whispered and walked out the room and went to the common room and sat in the window and watch everyone leave.

It was dark but I was still looking out the window hoping my parents ts might just make the effort to come and see me or something.
Alex walked over and stood next to me and also look out the window.
"Never get your hopes up. If they don't come and see you at Christmas then they probably not bother visiting. I mean how long have you been here?" He asked.
I looked at him.
"3 months." I said quietly and looked back out the window.
"Have they even bothered coming to see you or even phone?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"Then they ain't gonna come for you. Trust me I spent ages sat at this fucking window waiting for my mum too pick me up but she never fucking did and look I'm still in this shit hole. Just fucking give up the fucking hope of them coming because your abandoned here now. Once that's happened that's it no getting now unless your fucking dead." Alex said sound really bitter and angry about everything he just said.
He walked off and went over to the TV and put it on.
"Fuck sake why is there so much Christmas shit on. I fucking hate Christmas!" He said loudly and kicked the TV and broke the screen where he quickly looked round and picked up some glass and ran off to our room before the nurses came out and stopped him.
"Jack where's Alex?" A nurse asked.
"In our room." I said quietly and went back to looking out the window.
"It isn't fair." I muttered to myself.

"Get the fuck off me!" Alex shouted as the nurses took him out the room.
His arm was bleeding badly and so was his chest since he had his top off and I looked.
Like his arms his chest was covered in scars and now blood.
"Alex your losing loads of blood." A nurse said.
"Good and I hope I fucking die!" He snarled in her face and pulled away from her and went and sat on the floor and just randomly started to hurt himself again. "Nobody loves you their all out having fun." He said and started to laugh at what he just said.
"Just a crazy boy, living in a mental home." He started to sing but was stopped by laughing at himself again.
Then a whole load of nurses came out and dragged Alex somewhere but he was took busy laughing to give a shit.
Yay another night alone like normal since Alex was acting crazy for the last week which meant I spent most of the time alone.

I must of fell asleep as when I woke up I had a blanket over me but I was still sat in the window.
I looked around and saw Alex spinning round in a chair and in a straight jacket.
He stopped when he saw I was awake.
"You okay?" I asked and went to sit on the floor.
Alex got up and joined me and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"Never ask that question too me. Because I'm not okay and I'm not alright." He said quietly.
"Sorry." I said quietly.
"It's fine." He said and sat up and sat in front of me.
"Here's something to make you think." He said looking serious.
I just looked at him.
"What if the people who are classed as insane are actually the sane ones and the ones who are sane are actually the insane ones." He said quickly.
"What?" I said confused.
"Think about it Jacky. We see things in black and white how things are meant to be seen whereas they see things in colour and can get confused on how things are meant to look like." He said nodding and smiling like a mad man.
He was a mad man what am I on about.
"Huh?" I said really fucking confused now.
"We see things differently. We see the pain, the scars everything what a person who is classed as sane dont see. We can see the pain in peoples eyes whereas they are too blind to look deep behind the set of eyes they are looking at and see the pain that one person is feeling." He said and thought about what he just said to me.
"Yeah. I'm currently of my face on drugs." Alex chuckled.
But I was thinking about what he had said and it did sort of make sense but at the same time it didn't.

Alex had moved from sitting in front of me to next to me and had his head resting on my shoulder and he was asleep.
I got the blanket and put it over the both of us.
I rested my head against his and fell asleep as well.

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