Insanity And Addictions Chapter 2
A/N: Hullo again! I Was So Glad To Receive My First Review that I rushed right back to Microsoft word to start the next chapter ^^ I still don't own these characters and you can guess what could happen if I did …Mwahaha…
Anyway; This Chapter Is Dedicated To Noldo wise, who was the first person to comment. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Jack sat up, panting heavily. He looked around his room; normal desk, normal chair, normal lamp…he was in his room. He exhaled loudly. That's the last time I take a dose of Morphine before bed… he thought nervously, shaking off the remnants of his latest nightmare. He threw the sheets off of his sweating body and sighed happily at the sudden breeze that moved over him. He stood up; running a hand through his hair, grimacing when his hand came away covered in sweat.
"Dear lord!" He growled rather loudly, "I'm not a child anymore! Nightmares should NOT faze me like this…"
Jack's self induced pity-party was brought to an abrupt end when he heard a quiet sing-song voice from outside his door call him.
"Dr. Jaaaaaaack?" The voice called, "I'd like to have a little chat with you…" The comment was followed by a small series of hysterical giggles.
Jack sighed, slowly opening his door. The Asylum was always surprisingly peaceful during the late hours of the evening and he wished that it could always be like that.
He didn't have to ask himself which cell to go to; he just knew. He stopped in front of Renfield's cell and leaned against the bars, staring down at the man with a lack of interest.
"Is there something you need to speak to me about?" Jack asked, opening the door and stepping inside the cell. Renfield stood up as well, leaning casually against the wall opposite of Jack.
"How are you sleeping, my dear Doctor?" The tone he put on was so casual that anyone that didn't know them would think that they were nothing but old time friends meeting up again after years apart.
"And what business is it of yours?" Jack asked, frowning.
"Hm…I was just asking…" He stated calmly.
"Well it's none of your business!" Jack barked, storming out of the cell. He stopped when he heard a soft voice from behind him.
"You should stop taking that Morphine Doctor, it'll take you nowhere…"
Jack spun around, a fire in his eyes.
"Excuse me?!" He roared, pushing Renfield up against the wall, holding him up by his neck. Renfield smiled down at Jack. It was one of those smiles that chilled him to the bone. "How did you know about that?" He asked. Renfield's smile never faltered.
"These are hardly the circumstances to talk about something like this…" He paused, looking at Jack. "Especially in your current…state of dress…" He paused again, stifling a laugh. Jack looked down and slowly realized that he was still wearing his sleeping clothes. Moreover, he realized that his night shirt was half open; showing a bit more of his chest than what was decent. Jack blushed red to his ears and released Renfield's throat. He quickly buttoned his shirt up and cleared his throat.
"Well if that's all you wanted to talk to me about…I suppose I shall just…" He stuttered; slamming the door to the cell shut.
Jack slammed the door to his room shut, not caring if he woke someone up. He sat down at his desk and cradled his head in his hands. He lifted his head slightly, eyeing the bottle of Morphine beside him. He looked around cautiously, and then picked the bottle and syringe up. Dipping the tip of the syringe into the bottle, he smiled... for a moment, everything seemed fine. Until Jack heard his voice again.
"I wouldn't do that, Jack…"
The voice seemed to echo around him, filling his head, driving him insane. He dropped the bottle, the last thing he heard was the sound of glass shattering into thousands of shards on his floor.
Everything went black after that.
A/N: Ok, How Did You Like This Chapter? Feedback Is Still Wanted.