DISCONTINUED • Nuclear Chemistry (Junkrat x Reader)

Chapter • 8

"You will be sleeping here for the night if that's alright. If you need anything just go up and ask us, okay?" The blond man from earlier said kindly with a smile. You had learned his name to be Christopher as said by one policeman earlier on the way to the station. You just nodded and sat on the uncomfortable waiting couch.

They allowed you to pack up your things so you grabbed what you could. Clothes, pictures you drew, your blueprints, photos of your parents and a few more things that were sentimental to you. Draping the doona over yourself, you huddled into a pillow feeling brain-dead. You were numb and tired, you were confused, didn't know how to feel and was just dull in general. You had a hard time listening and were falling from reality and your fantasy world.

You had a kind of brain static, it felt like there was a numb buzzing in your head. You also felt pretty numb in general, you couldn't really feel or comprehend any kind of emotion. It felt strangely relaxing but at its same time, it was really frightening to think about the fact that you couldn't even think about what happiness was, or enjoyment at this time when you were feeling them vividly a day ago. 

You simply stared at the plain white roof of the station. A few people were here waiting, reading from the magazines they had and you were just here, outcasted looking like you lived here, like some weird hobo. They would glance at you but you were used to it so you pay no mind to it. 

Outside of all the dull thoughts and feeling empty from crying you brought your hands up to your face and analyzed them. Every crevice and mark on them. The skin folds, the blisters on your palm and even your hurtful hangnails. 

They were your hands. They controlled most things you did. They are the difference between saving or killing someone. 

Then again, you could be wrong about that whole thing and they were just some useless thing that lets you hold what you need for daily interactions. 

Clenching and unclenching your hands, you simply put them back down and hugged a pillow. 

It's funny how life can do a complete flip with the bat of an eye, but it was also incredibly terrifying. I mean, how do people live their lives happily when they know the world could go against them in a second and they could have their life on the line.

stop.

just stop.

go to sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep. It will all be sorted out tomorrow, a bright new day, you would know where your mother was and Jamison and his family would help you in any way possible. So, without any second thought, you lay down on the couch and hug the pillow close to your chest on your side. You shut your eyes tightly and took deep, meaningless breaths.

What if you just stopped breathing? Or shoved your face into your pillow until you suffocated?

No. Stop. Sleep.

You kept telling yourself that but you were awake. You couldn't sleep. Your eyes were heavy and you had a headache from earlier, and the thought of feeling nothing would be relaxing, right? It really wasn't. Was something wrong with you? Why did you feel so empty?

You clenched your eyes shut and just calmed down, taking more of those meaningless breaths that you could cut off any second, but you didn't.

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You sucked in a massive breath and shot backward, off of the chair and onto the hard, cold tile. You smashed the back of your head on the marble and rolled onto your side, clenching the sore spot. Your arms hurt too from smacking onto the floor but you groaned the pain out. 

Rubbing your forehead, you sat up to see a few people staring at you, in which you returned their annoyed gazes. Picking up your pillow, you looked at the clock before approaching the window which the officers were behind. You stood beside the people in line and knocked on the glass. Christopher looked up at you, standing out of his chair and walking over with a smile. 

"What is it you need?" He questioned nicely which made you smile slightly.

"Some water please and, when will Jamison's mother be picking me up?" you questioned him, which he only muttered a short 'be right back' with a nod as he went to get water and most likely make a call. 

He walked back with a large cup of water, which you were glad to see instead of those crappy small plastic cups that were finished in a second. You brought it up to your chapped lips and gulped it down, the ice in the drink making it very refreshing. Christopher walked away with a phone, inputting a number on the wall near the glass which you assumed was where your case was for now before more investigating was done and it was filed. 

You stood there, awkwardly drinking your water awaiting Christoper's return, a kid around thirteen was next to you with their mother. She kept looking at you weirdly.

You caught her gaze and started pulling funny faces at her, to which she replied with an angry frown.

The door behind you opened and officers walked in holding a box of your contraptions.

"Stop! be careful with that one!" You yelled and sped over, still holding your drink as you pulled the one off of the top.

The gravity surge. 

It would be terrible if they set it off in here.

All of the people in the room turned to look at you, you just nodded at the officers and walked to the front desk with them.

The thirteen-year-old girl was staring at you in disbelief. Hah, while she murmured to her friends every day in a snobby voice saying school needed to stop, you were over here inventing things. She was not inventing things. You were smart, she was not. Then again, that wasn't your judgment to make.

You gave her a proud smile and gave her the bird, in which she gawked at.

They opened the door and you followed them in, holding the device in between your thumb and index finger. 

They placed them on a desk and you put it next to the boxes.

"be careful, okay? I don't want them broken because most have no blueprints. Kapiche?" You told them sternly before sipping your water and walking out. 

"Hey, she said she will be here in a couple of minutes," Christopher said when you walked back out. You smiled and thanked him, sitting back down on the seat. You played with your fingers in your lap, trying to bend them the opposite way to see what it would do.

The door opened and a friendly voice you recognized greeted you. Glancing up, you broke out into a gleeful smile and stood up, hugging the woman. Now, you could rest assured that your mother was on the way to being found.

Now that Jamison's mother was here, you were sure of it.

But there was a nagging voice at the back of your head...

What if you never saw your mother again?