The next
morning Jack rolls out of bed. Groggily he starts to remember what happened the
day before. “Ugh, did all that really
happen yesterday?” Shaking his head, he silently hopes that it was some
crazy dream he had. Jack slides out of bed, heading for his door when he
stumbles over a duffle bag with a M.O.T. Academy logo on the side. “No…no…no,
please no.” He mutters to himself. It was all real and now he has to deal with
it.
Jack reaches into the bag and pops open the bottle of medicine. The little
blue pills shake around and click in their orange container. He pulls one out
and drops it back into the case. “This
pill, this pill right here will shut it down. Whatever is inside me, this is going
to turn it off. Do I want that though? Do I want to stifle part of me?”
“Do
I want to turn it off? Or should I try to learn what this is on my own? I would
have to try to find a hidden place to practice. What would I do if I could
learn how to control it without them helping me? I mean besides stupid stuff….”
Rolling the small pill between his thumb and index he wonders about the consequences
of taking the medicine.
Sighing he
gets up off the bed and starts to get dressed. Pocketing the pill he heads down
stairs to get breakfast and take a walk. Heading out the door he hopes the
fresh air will help clear his head and help him decide whether or not to take
the medicine.
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