I'm Not Okay - I Promise || Jonathan/Anna
He couldn't stay in that room forever, it was a little whatever by whatever cell with whitewashed walls that had two twin beds stuffed in it and enough silence to make him yearn for some sort of human interaction. Of course he didn't even know how to go about obtaining that and the boy kept within close proximity of his room trying to will his feet to move in the direction of anywhere that wasn't here. Jonathan sat on the ground, this was as far as he was going to get, that's what a little nagging voice of doubt in his head was telling him anyway as he ran a hand through the mop of hair that sat on top it. The place had a funny way of echoing and he was hearing someone that could very well be four halls away, but the thought had his gaze fixating itself to something on the ground and his knees to his chest as if going back the fact if he couldn't see them they couldn't see him. He'd been wanting someone to talk to and now he was shying away from it, way to be along your way to getting to a point of normalcy buddy boy, Jonathan tried to construct some sort of sentence from his vocabulary bank he could prove himself wrong he just needed the words before hand.
