"There was, no one there." Jake says to his psychiatrist a month later. His parents had been concerned about his mental health deteriorating and booked him a session, saying if it goes well they'll book more.
"May I say, Jake. That considering this was only a month ago, I think you're doing exceptionally well." His psychiatrist, Doctor Golan assures.
"A-apart from being crazy?" Jake asks in a shaky voice.
"Having nightmares and anxiety doesn't make you crazy." Doctor Golan says professionally.
"What about seeing things, that aren't actually there?" Jake asks.
"Actually, in traumatic situations it's not at all uncommon. You're subconscious mind drew an image from a movie or.."
"It, it was a story." Jake interrupts. "My grandpa told me stories when I was a kid." He pauses. "About monsters that he fought in the war."
"So there you go." Doctor Golan says. "He was brutally attacked and in your head, the man who did it was inhuman, a monster."
"It- it wasn't a man though." Jake adds. "The cops said that dogs, scratched up the screen door and he chased them into the woods. And the coroner said he had a heart attack. And the cops said.." Jake's eyes fill up with tears as he pauses. "That dogs go for the soft parts."
Doctor Golan's head tilts to the side as she listens.
Jake takes it as a sign to continue. "They DNA tested the fork and it had animal DNA." Jake sighs. "So that's case closed."
"He sounds like an extraordinary gentleman." Doctor Golan says gently. "Were you very close?" She asked.
Jake got lost in his thoughts.
"Pueto Rico." His Grandpa said as he pointed at a part of the map. "In a tunnel, there's a lake that glows in the dark. That's where I hid from the monsters." A younger Jake put a red dot sticker on the place his grandpa had pointed and they smiled at each other when Jake's parents walked in.
"Abe, it's like eleven o'clock what is he doing up?" His mum asked as she kissed Jake's head.
"I'm gonna be an explorer!" Jake said happily. "Grandpa's helping plan my first voyage." Jake remembers his grandpa smiling at him.
"Everything's already been discovered, buddy." His dad would say while watching his bird documentary programs.
Jake's smile falls but his grandpa went over to him and wraps his arms around Jake's waist. "Don't listen to your father, he knows bubkes." His grandpa slowly picked him up. "Come, Tygrysku, off to bed." He said while running with Jake to Jake's room.
"Can you tell me a story?" Younger Jake asked as he settled into bed.
"The usual?" His grandpa would ask as he sat in the chair opposite Jake.
"Mhm!" Jake hummed happily.
"Okay." His grandpa said. "Once upon a time there was a little boy..."
"With the pictures!" Jake said happily.
"Pictures?" His grandpa asked. His grandpa leaned down and got the box of pictures from under Jake's bed. Jake leaned over to try and grab them too but his grandpa beat him to it and his grandpa placed them on Jake's bed and opened the box. It revealed all the pictures that Jake found interesting.
"Once upon a time there was a little boy called Abe." His grandpa started again.
"That was you!" Jake said happily, he had been told the stories so many times that he practically knew the story off by heart.
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Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
FanfictionOC insert of Mphfpc, Cheyenne Zieliński, Jake Portman's cousin. She joins him on his visit to the Children's home with him and his dad and as a result becomes drawn to the loop and finds herself wanting to stay. But when Barron comes along her thoug...
