Trapped |Jake Sim|

10

He sat in the center of the studio apartment on the floor after placing a cold towel on his foot.

The windows were open, letting the wind blow in, just like Sonny used to do in the little memory of her that he has.

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to focus on the feelings in his body.

"How do you feel?" He suddenly heard a familiar voice, and he opened his eyes to see her in his shirt. "Keep your eyes closed."

Jake stared at Sonny for a couple more seconds, before closing his eyes and trying to focus.

"I feel... weird. Maybe... confused?"

"And what else do you feel?"

"Angry... Sad." His voice shook a bit, but he didn't let it get to him and tilted his head. "But I don't-"

"Sit in it, Jake." Sonny whispered, staring at him in worry. "What else do you feel?"

"A-alone. But it's not pervasive, I think." A tear left his eye, but he tried to remain calm.

"Which feeling is the most prominent?"

"Anger."

"Why are you angry, Jake?"

"I'm not sure."

"How angry are you, in a scale from 1 to 10?"

"1000."

"Who are you angry at Jake?"

Jake contained his sobs as he tried to keep his eyes closed and his tears in.

He felt his head starting to hurt from trying not to cry and holding in his breath.

"I don't know." He mumbled as he shook his head.

"Really?"

"Really, I don't." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't hold it in Jake."

"I'm not-"

"Who are you angry at Jake?" She interrupted sweetly as she watched him finally break and the tears he was trying to hold in finally escape.

"That bastard that took you away from me. I want to find him. I want to show him how much it hurts to take someone you love away. I want him to die." A broken sob left him. "I wish I could kill him with my own hands whoever the fuck he is. I want him dead. I want him to die just like I did when he took you away."

Sonny stared at him, tears falling from her eyes.

"Who does he think he is? Why did he think he had the right? I want to know who he is." His fists were tight.

She placed her hands gently on his, making his fists loosen their grip, and he gently held her hands instead, before opening his eyes.

His eyes were tired, as if he had travelled miles without sleep or as if he did five intense workouts all at the same time.

Seeing her face made him cry even more as his breath felt like it would be caught up.

"Whoever that asshole is. I'll find him Sonny, I promise that I will." Jake whispered as he held her hands, glad that he could feel slight warmth from her, even if this was a hallucination.

Jake felt like one of his feelings was resolved, although he's not sure how he even got there.

His doctor spoke to him about sensory therapy.

There are things like sounds, smells and feelings, like the breeze, that could trigger an emotion or memory within you. They can pull out the slight root of where it comes from.