I petted Scout as she licked my hand ten times over. Sport was curled up at my feet, snoring loud enough to wake all of Charleston. I was at the creek again, listening to the sound of birds chirping around me and the breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. Was I really ready to leave this behind? I didn't know how long I would be gone for, or if I would come back at all.
Suicide was definitely an option after I was done. I could tie bricks to my feet, leave behind a note by a riverbank, and just jump in. It would only take six minutes for the water to replace the air in my lungs, and then I could join James, Rose, and Lafayette. I could be happy.
But that meant I would leave my dogs, Junior, Hercules, and Eliza behind. It meant I would never be able to fix what I'd broken with Alexander. It meant Jayce could go after them all.
So it was a bad idea, but one I found myself fantasizing about so much the past two weeks.
With a glance over towards Lafayette's resting place, and a kiss to the cold rock that had his name engraved on it, I stood and grabbed my suitcase.
My flight for Virginia would leave in two hours. And then, after I figured out just who I'd ordered from and just who the man I'd talked to on the phone was and just why the NeuroLink had killed a few people, I could decide what to do.
A few tears leaked out of my eyes as I dropped off my dogs at home. I was ready now.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
