All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jasper led there, dragged throughout his days in a grey, repetitive cycle, while his pupils became more and more blown from his rage. He woke up in a different box, in a different cell, for all his troubles, cast aside completely into obscurity and isolation and was completely and utterly alone. He did not eat, not by his own will; there were no meals sent to him from within the little box that he had been confined into, shoved inside and set aside to probably die off from starvation slowly and painfully, with the nanobots moving through his bloodstream doing their best to keep him alive as he slowly shrivelled up and withered away, only having two to three days to live without water. He did not sleep, not be his own will; his mind was far too active, the visions of hellfire swirling up all around him, leaving up from the crevices of the doors that burst out in vicious reds and burning golds, ready to anoint him with a molten crown for all his sins and despotic behaviours. Jasper f

The day that Lila had received her A Level results, her mother had actually bothered to come with her in the car to the college, sitting like all the other parents in the college carpark segment that had been delegated and set aside for the students. She had dressed up with her wedding ring on her finger, hardly ever wearing it at home, and wearing some large, chunky, gaudy necklace as well, the bells on it jingling with each and every movement that she made as she turned her head around to hiss at Lila that she needed to pick up her results early. Spitting out some other vitriol about how she had probably failed and just in case needed to see her results in private before everyone else arrived and looked over her shoulder to whisper about what she had received, all of them laughing at her for her poor results. Lila had told her mother that she would go then, and then, as soon as she had entered the building, made a beeline for the bathrooms, fully well knowi

Jasper found himself quickly and harshly locked into a new schedule for the day, a new itinerary served to him as punishment to suffer. He was locked away, in a little box, somewhere else and foreign. In this new prison cell of his, there was no bed for him to sleep on, a grey, cold floor taking up the entirety of the space, the dimensions of the area not enough to allow him to even fully stretch out his own legs, despite being the exact average height. The height of the box more than made up for it, however, the ceiling far above him to the point where, in his delirious and hunger induced dreams, he could not reach the top, the grey surface moving further and further away from him with each and ever leap and bound that he made, seeking freedom with every movement upwards to try and reach the sky. The blue, blue sky above him. The blue, blue sky that would look so much like the swirling depths of Emmet's hues and with all the vivacity of his playful smile, overflowing with so many

There was nothing around Jasper but grey. And there was nothing around the grey but Jasper. There was nothing around him but the four grey, pattern less walls and the grey pattern less ceiling that his head looked up at.   Nothing but the grey   The exact surface that had opened up to be the door would have been forgotten a long, long time ago, if Jasper wasn't sure that it was the wall behind him, a fact that he had only remembered and known because of the way that he had been thrown into the room. His limbs dragged along the floor as his those responsible for his torture had gotten bored enough of his inaction, deciding to pummel his ribs inwards one more time, snapping the joints of limbs the wrong way once more, and using this final opportunity to paint upon his skin a collage of blues, purples, browns, reds and greens that seemed to have been imprinted on the very bones of his being. He had been thrown in

Inside of the office room, Lila threw herself onto the sofa in the corner and screamed into a pillow. It had been two days already. Two days of her trying and failing to draw Emmet out of the guest room and further into the rest of the building. She had been the extra cooking to make sure that he was still being fed, and was still laying out new clothes for him to wear in lieu of the ones that he had originally arrived to her in. She huffed out a sigh and lay back on the plush leather surface, deciding that watching the flickering shadows on the wall were as good as any course of action that she could possibly take at this point. The sun was setting now, falling down below the faraway line of the horizon, blinding Lila whenever her eyes strayed away from the darkness and towards the window. Wanting to know the time, she reached into her skirt pocket and fished out her phone from in between a pack of Polos and some spare loose change. She sighe