They never stay

Chapter 2

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 "So you're telling me, you drugged a child, shoved him in your car, and took him here against his will?!"

"That is a possibility..."

"and you think that you did nothing wrong?! Everett. You kidnapped someone!"

"You know how messed up the legal system is. The worst punishment I'd get is a fifty dollar fine."

"That doesn't justify your actions!! Why did you even take him to begin with!"

"It was a government assignment. We've been over this."

"That doesn't mean you kidnap him!!! Do you know what that can do to someone?!"

"Yes. I do."

One person seemed to get louder while the other was getting quieter. He couldn't sleep with all this noise but he didn't want to open his eyes. If he opened his eyes, he wouldn't be able to close them again. If he opened his eyes, that meant he was awake. This feeling of peace would be gone and wouldn't return for a while.

He loved sleep but hated what sleep meant for him. If he fell asleep, that meant he was going to dream about him. The person he dreams about depends on what memory his mind decides to torture him with. The dream could be about the death of his friend he was meant to spend eternity with, or it could be about his past. Moments that would always haunt him. Moments he couldn't face without feeling an overwhelming sense of fear and failure. These dreams would always make him think about the "what if's". The things he could've done to prevent something from happening. Things he didn't do even after being fully aware of the situation. Things he ignored because he thought it wasn't that serious. Reckless things he did because he didn't understand the consequences of his actions, or he didn't recognize what he did was wrong. He didn't realize there was another option.

This is why he hated sleep. He didn't even have a nightmare and he was still obsessing over the past he desperately wanted to forget. But he loved sleep. It meant he didn't have to talk to people. It meant he didn't have to deal with the hassle that is living, if you could even call it that.

Jamie rarely left the house. He only left to buy alcohol, or to pick up prescriptions for his siblings. That's all he had the energy for. His step-mom was always trying to drag him out of the cave that is his room, but she could never get him to leave. She always thought he was being stubborn and lazy when in reality he just didn't have the energy to deal with everything. He didn't want the attention. He wasn't used to it. So he just stayed curled up in his bed and listened to music or a true crime podcast. Though he mainly listened to music considering his case is very popular in the true crime community. That is why he prefers music. That or the silence. 

"Everett. I understand that we got assigned this child but can you please promise you won't kidnap anymore kids!"

"This is the first time I've kidnapped someone that wasn't a spy or something among those lines."

"Why can't you just promise you won't kidnap anyone in the future?! Did you already get assigned someone else?!"

"No. And I am not making a promise I can't keep"