inertia [ little bill & jules blitz ]
Feb 12, 2020 0:25:05 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Feb 12, 2020 0:25:05 GMT -5
JULES MONAGHAN.My hands still shake at the thought of them. Every single time they cross my mind I remember what is happening, where I am, and what will become of me. And I tremble, forget how to breathe, lose a grip on myself. I should stop thinking about my family but I can't, it's impossible - I'm petrified I'll forget about them.
And there's no damn drink in this place which just makes it all so much worse, and I worry about the next time someone interrupts me and I snap. The next time I might turn into Jamie, all anger, a control-freak who's lost the authority on myself.
Noah was so good at keeping me calm. I had to. Not for my sake, but for hers. Perhaps it's why I'm losing it slightly - having to worry about nobody else but me for a change. Something so foreign, to be selfish. To put myself first. To fight for me. I think I tricked myself into thinking it'd be easy - but it's hard to be selfish when I've spent my life looking after the rest of them.
It's why I'm here, after all.
Shaking hands doesn't seem like a good idea at the first aid table, all needle and threads and precision. Painfully aware of all the eyes on me from above and below waiting to see me falter, catching every weakness and every slip-up, exploit it for their own benefit, I take a breath and approach the table slowly.
There's only one kid there. He's taller than Jamie, even taller than Eli - which I didn't think was possible. Maybe that's what happens when you don't have to eat the rest of the country's second-hand food, you grow properly. Skin and bone, not a slither of muscle on me, I send a small smile and gesture to join him.
"Do you mind?"- LETHARGY GOT A HOLD OF ME .