Snippet #2118670

Lex opened his eyes with a deep sigh and looked down at his plate. He frowned at what he saw, some kind of paste or whatever it was, on his plate, and made a disgusted face. Why had he been ill? Why had it been him? He didn't know, he probably would never know, for the only thing he knew he would stay here for the rest of his life, or die anywhere soon, it didn't matter. Even dying seemed way better than staying in this horrid place for the rest of his life.

No, he couldn't think that way. He was going to get out alive, healthy, ready for the world. He was going to live in a town, meet a nice girl, marry her and be happy with her. He was going to have children and take them out, take good care of them and do fun stuff. They'd have the time of their lives and he would welcome anyone to come along. He would have a dog, and maybe a lizard, but a nice family at least. He would be happy with them, forever, until the day he would die, and he would die in peace and go to a peaceful place, and wait for his wife, or join her. But he was going to have a happy life.

Who was he kidding? He had given up the hope on a happy life a few years ago already. Sometimes it seemed happiness wasn't meant for him, but he kept it close to his heart. He'd make sure he never went depressed and would laugh in himself when someone would say anything bad about. He did this, just to keep himself happy. He'd be depressed, and maybe even dead, if he hadn't done it.

He smiled faintly at his own thoughts, they were always funny in some way. But he never lost his politeness. It didn't matter where he was, or what he was doing, to anyone he came along, he'd be polite. Like he would die if he wouldn't be polite. Maybe he would, you'd never know. But he was just raised to be polite.

He yawned, he hadn't really slept last night, not that you could expect perfect sleep through out the nights at this facility, than you'd better stay awake, but he had tried to sleep, but had gotten no further then two hours or so. It was strange, yet that's how it was. So he almost desperately longed for a good night sleep, but knew he wouldn't. But he would just keep trying, maybe, just maybe he would sleep in the end.

Looking down at his plate again, a shiver went down his spine as he remembered last time. He didn't want to think about it though, and closed his eyes. Thinking about something that he liked to eat, he opened his eyes and thought really hard of chocolate. He slowly puts the tips of his fork in the 'thing' and took a little of it, then puts it in his mouth and thought harder of chocolate. He chewed it a few times before swallowing, and till his surprise, it didn't seem to taste that bad anymore when you thought of something you really liked.

Of course, once the thinking stopped, the awful taste would return.

Taking another bit, he thought of chocolate again, and ate it almost without hesitation, as if he could taste the chocolate. He took another bit and thought of chocolate, and ate the bit. How more he seemed to do that, how more it seemed to taste like chocolate, and in no time, the 'food' was gone from his plate. He was surprised himself.

Lying down the fork beside his plate, he looked at it, seeming amazed, until, from the corner of his eyes, he noticed someone he'd probably rather not noticed. A man was watching them, and he had never seen the man before, but he knew already trouble was coming. He didn't know the name of the man, and he guessed he didn't want to know the name of the man, but it made him slightly curious about how he ended up here.

Slowly turning his head a bit, he looked at Jack, carefully calculating if he should trust the man, or not, but already knew the answer to that. Of course he shouldn't trust the man, but still. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he watched, before turning his gaze back at the plate, but keeping a bit of an eye on him.