Who: Jack, Gretel/Penny and Ava
Where: The park
When: After dark
At around the time his mother came 'home' Jack decided it was impossible to stay there anymore. The way she talked about "you freaks" and how "you should all have died anyway", coupled with the fact that he was now certain that he had somehow felt this was going to happen but didn't do anything to stop it - and couldn't have, because he didn't know for sure if anything was going to happen, let alone what it was - had done a number in his already depressive mind. He had thrown his ramen in his mother's direction and left, knowing fully well there would be hell to pay when he returned. Maybe this was the time he wouldn't be able to take anymore and finally kill her or, with a bit of luck, maybe he would never come back home in the first place.
He was shaking as he walked, and by the time he got to the Scarlet Oak park Jack could no longer walk properly anymore, so he sat down on a bench in the dark, trembling. There was a broken bottle nearby, and without thinking Jack managed to get a smaller piece of the glass, which he observed for a while. Then, he pulled his sleeve up and slashed away at his arm. He wasn't sure whether he was harming himself not to harm anyone else - namely, his mother - or if he was punishing himself for being useless, so utterly useless that he had felt a catastrophe was about to happen but couldn't do anything to stop it.
Either way the pain felt good, made him feel better and made his heartbeat slow down little by little. It was a good thing that the only light was coming from a streetlamp across the pathway, since the one near the bench wasn't working. Jack preferred to break down like this in the dark, if he had to do it in public. Beyond the guilt were the harsh words his mother had told him, hammering at his head like so many instances before. He should have been there, he was a freak and he should have died, she would have been better off without him. Jack still didn't understand why (or how) she had paid for his medical expenses when he had had 'the accident', if she wanted him dead so much.
Then he began to wonder... if he had known, really known what was going to happen, would he have stopped it or gone to the march, stood at one of the most dangerous spots and hope to die with the rest of them?