Fracted (Book #2)

Chapter 43: Sleeping With A Knife

I keep on hoping that all I heard earlier in her thoughts were unreal. Her grim words were marked into my mind.
Kill him.
Have I been really betrayed? The betrayal never stops, does it? I keep on thinking of ways for things to not be real. Unluckily, they really were. I couldn't bare but sleep as far away from her as possible. I ended sleeping very close to Patrick, but it's too bad he snores a lot.
My eagerness devoured me nonstop. I couldn't help but dig through the backpack we share. All I can find were her clothes and mine. But I realized that I was only scanning through the biggest section of the backpack. Maybe her identify is just so small it can fit inside the front pocket.
So there was a shotgun shell, a nail clipper, my lancet, and my insulin syringe. Nothing stood out but the piece of paper that's hard to bend. It's like a regular index card, but hard and smooth with a few scratches on it. I took it out immediately after remembering we didn't have school ID's at John Muir.
The ID was dark blue with gray lines on the top and bottom. Eiffel's serious face was on the top left hand corner of it. It's pretty stupid how she didn't put it somewhere safe where no one can see it. Maybe she's planning to tell me soon because she's been seeing me like I'm about to give uo being an Innate fugitive. But no, she has her own reasons and I'm not going to add to it.

Name: Eiffel Platten
Age: 14
Occupation: Junior Hunter

Employee of Organization of Mutation Experiments, Genocide and Anomalies

I loved her. I swear I did, and this is what happens? No, it won't go just that easily, there's gotta be a time where she's going to turn back and join us. She loves me, I love her, she'll revert to her good girl self. Or was it all an act as well?
I secured the ID inside my wallet and went back to sleep, which was far more impossible. She can end up sticking a knife in my spleen in my sleep. As a result, I took a bayonet knife from Patrick's burlap bag and clutched it while I slept.

I have been ignoring Jackson's presence in my life, but I can't ignore him in my dreams. I really needed my sleep so I just went on with my dream, since it's not real anyway. The feeling was indescribable; like receiving a birthday gift you already got the year before. Like, I just saw this the last time, now I have to look at it again?
"Jess..." Jackson spoke in an echoey voice.
The dream world needs to be more detailed. The place lacks confinement and objects, it has to be more lucid and clear. The only detailed one I see is Jackson. His dirty blonde hair, glinting emerald eyes, and the black leather that seemed to have matched our blank surroundings.
"My apologies to what happened," He said, sounding much more forgiving. "it was really aloof of me to punch my friend like that. I wanted to protect you from harm, but instead you brought it upon yourself."
Then I finally spoke. "So you want me back then?"
"Yes--you, Jason, and Patrick can come back. Eiffel's not the kind of girl you can trust."
"I know she's bad, but she'll turn back towards us soon."
"No! You have to come back!" He shouted angrily. "That place you're in is filled with deceptions. You don't belong there.
"You're just saying that because you only want me back so that you guys can use me as a bait for André."
"That's not true. We're close to finding the real André and all we have to do is assemble a very huge amount Innates to hunt for him. We've decreased the numbers of clones so it's easier to find him. So come on, join us."
"No, I have to stay," I insisted.
"For who, Eiffel? She's just deceiving you, Jess. She's just using you to get what she wants."
"It's not that. I found my dad and I'm staying."
"Fine...it's your choice so go ahead and enjoy what you gotten yourself into."
"Goodbye...old friend," I said
"Bye, bro."
Before I awakened, I swear I saw a tear fall from his eye.