He stood up, walking to his dresser and staring at his reflection. "I guess I moved a little too much in my sleep this time," he said with a small chuckle. Finally, he was growing used to his face. Time to walk out... without his mask. His hair was a mess, sticking out at all directions. He yawned, entering the bathroom. (You can figure out the rest XD)
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Jack laid there, asleep. The blanket, as usual, kicked off into the floor. He turned over, falling into the floor. He yelped before falling, hitting his head on the floor. "Agh..." He rubbed the back of his head miserably.
--later... The next morning --
"Blah. I'm so tired." he yawned.
"Jackknife still hasn't noticed that Alex is here." he laughed. "He's an idiot."
His eyes widened and his face flushed red. "I... I don't know if I can last in a place like this. Will they be visiting us often?" He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. "If I..."
He stood up, staring at himself in the mirror. "Damned scars," he muttered, horrified by what stared back at him.
"Fine." He stared at the wall. "I hate him," he growled.
"I... Don't care." he sighed, laying back down and crying into the pillow.
He wrapped has arms around her neck. His eyes faded back to silver. He pulled back, his eyes inspecting her face. He noticed tears coming to her eyes and hugged her. He sobbed quietly into her shoulder.
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