Always Be Forever

Chapter 40: Jack, Who is behind the "Concentration Camp"?

2087, BCE, November 2

The TV was off, and I was staring at the wall.

I don't know what was going on, but something weird was going on in my brain. I really don't know what's going on. I've been having these blank moments where I phase out and I don't remember of what I did after the moment had pass. For example, just the other day, I'm in the kitchen with Jennifer, and she's cooking. Next thing you know, the knife is in my hand, and Jennifer is in the corner, silently crying to herself. I don't know what's going on with me! Leaning back in the sectional that is beside the kitchen, I face the ceiling. Trying not to think about myself, I focus on the ceiling. It's vaulted, and there are wooden beams that go across. Spreading my arms beside me, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs from the third level. "Jack?" I hear Jacquelyn's voice. "What is it?" I had asked her, bringing my head up to face her. "You haven't said anything ever since the incident in the kitchen from the other day," Jacquelyn had told me, grabbing onto the edges of her white ruffled shirt. She's wearing navy blue jeans, and has a gold necklace on. The white shirt contrasts well with her long dark black hair and black glasses. "Don't remind me," I tell her, sitting up as I run my hand over my face. It was then that the door bursted open, and a cold wind blew Jacquelyn and I onto the floor, trying to grasp onto any furniture. A woman had stepped in, and as the wind blew down, she had blurted out loud, "Where's my son?" Grabbing myself up, Liam came running from the basement and straight towards the woman. "Who is this?" I had asked Liam as he had hugged the woman. "This is my mother, Erica," Liam had told me. "It's so good to see you," Liam had told Erica, focusing his attention back on her. He went in to hug her, but she stopped him. "I haven't come here for a reunion. I need your help," Erica had told Liam, grabbing his arms and setting them to his side.

"What's going on?" Liam had asked her, putting his hands into his pockets. "It's Cashmere," Erica had let out. "What about Cashmere? She's dead," Liam had told her. She is dead. I did kill her. I shot her at the break at All City. "Isn't she?" Liam had asked me, facing away from Erica. "Yeah she is," I had told him, feeling like I had a thousand eyes staring at me. Uh oh, I feel another blank moment coming on here. "Jack, you don't look well," Erica had commented before my mind went completely black and I couldn't see anything. I couldn't even feel anything. I don't like this feeling, I don't. I'm not fainting, because when I wake up, it's like I wake up from a trance. And like I said, this isn't the first time this has happened. I just don't know what's causing it. Well, there could be one factor to it, even though it's more of a theory. If Cashmere is alive, which I doubt is the case, she could be tormenting me from afar and messing with my brain. The other one however makes a little more sense. If it's true that Lucy is alive, it could be her that's doing this to me.

Thump!

Owe! Waking up, I notice that I'm in a wooden casket, and being carried. I don't understand, why am I in here? The darkness surrounds my very being, and I can't open the door. Somebody help! Wait...

"Let me out! I'm not dead! I'm not dead!" I yell out as I thump my hands against the wooden door. Frustrated, I push my hands against the door, hoping that would've done something. Dang it, it didn't. I'm still in this wooden box. It's so cramped in here; I can't even reach into my pocket and pull out a match and a lighter. Oh God, someone please let me out. "Someone let me out!" I yelled before the door came flying off.

Opening my eyes, because they were closed when the door came off, I notice that the casket is standing upwards, and the only thing underneath me is a hole in the ground. Tumbling forward, I land on the dirt, facing the tombstone with my head upward. I try looking to see what the tombstone says, but I can't make it out. It has become blurry. The words are starting to swirl on the tombstone, but they eventually fly off with its font changing, it has become more dripping like. There's even a drop from one of the words, and a droplet of ink came in contact with the ground with a nice soft little plop. It was then that the words came swirling around my head. Going slowly at first, but then faster and faster. I couldn't keep up with the words. The room started to feel like it was spinning, and I could lose my balance at any moment. Come on brain; keep up. But it can't. I can't focus.