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I woke up to the dorr opening, i almost paniced, fogetting where i was. the man brought me what i;d hoped was food.
" are you ever gonna tell me your name?"
"oh, im sorry." he said with a laugh. "im Jack Skellington."
"okay, jack."my voice was uneven as i said it as a question.
he set down the tray infront of me. i grimaced.
"What?" he ask worried.
"what is this?"
"Rotten fruit, and molded bread."
i was almost sick. " im sorry i cant eat that."
"why not?"
"im not like you, i need normal none rotten food."
he like puzzled, but smiled." of course." like it was something that happend to him every day.
"i'll be back as soon as i can with something more suitabl for you to eat."
i smiled." thank you."
he left the room, an me along with it. this place was strange. i got out of bed, so restless. i looked down and myself. my clothes were ripped and dirty. Blood stained it here and there. i walked over to the only mirror in the room and alomst screamed. i was white as death, with dark circles around my red eyes. my curly black hair seemed to go so well as if i was made to look this way. i moved my finger up to take out my contacts, but they werent there, they were gone, as i rub my finger over my eye., nothing. i felt sick, the room spun. i wobbed on jelly legs back over to the bed. and
closed my eyes, hoping that this was all a dream.
Jack enterd not long after, with what looked like chicken soup. i smiled.
"thank you very much." i said, not as happy sounding as i ment it to be. he didnt pressure me, and i was glad. i didnt know who to explain what i was feeling. jack smiled and left me to my thoughts and food.
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