Blurred Lines

Lengthy conversation leads to sadness

Jeremy pov

He threw the clothes at me and I had enough sense to walk away. I was zoned out the entire time I put the clothes in the evidence room.

"Dude, what is up with you? What happened in there?" Christine asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I flinched, debating telling her. I decided it was better if she didn't know yet and said,

"Nothing, he was threatening my straight." I faked a laugh, then remembered nothing gets past her when she frowns at me, unbelieving.

"Jeremy," she says in a warning tone and I sighed.

"Fine, it was something but I'm not going to tell you."

"Ugh, why." She whined, persistent.

"No, Christine. I'm not saying a word, and you cant make me." She went to drill me some more but Jenna appeared and her attention switched to her girlfriend.

I walked through the halls like I had somewhere to be, in reality I didn't but I needed to be moving to calm my mind some.

After all these years, I'd found Michael again. I've done extensive research trying to track him down but he'd gone off the grid in eighth grade, presumed dead by the police a month later.

I knew he wasn't, and now I had proof. None of the others even knew he existed, let alone knew I knew him.

Now he's back and I don't know what to feel. Guilty for leaving him? Happy that fate brought him back? Angry at him for being a part of whatever agency hes working for? Sad for that same reason?

Nothing made sense my thoughts were whirling too fast for anything to be solid enough to decipher and I had my childhood friend locked in a cell five floors down.

I blink and see I'm in the elevator, and its waiting for me to choose a floor. My hand hovers, but I wind up pushing the cell block floor button.

It opens and I step out silently. Currently he's the only one here, and when I arrive at the outside of his cell he's asleep.

Instead of waking him I slump to the floor, pulling out Jenna's device and freezing the cameras on the floor, as well as the audio.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I say to no one. I remembered from years ago that Michael was a heavy sleeper and likely wouldn't wake even if I yelled like I wanted to. "You come out of fucking nowhere while the government thinks you're dead, working for bad people and I'm really hoping you're brainwashed and not actually evil and I just-." My voice broke, and I put a hand to my mouth, muffling sobs.

"Well, if you want I could clear some things up for you." He said, and I froze as he sat up. "Yes, I heard everything you said I've been awake the entire time. As for working for bad people, I started because they fixed my shitty life." I always thought he was worse off without me, but now I know for sure.

I went to say something but he held up a hand.

"Don't feel guilty for that, I never tried to make friends and that's my fault, not yours." I'm still going to blame myself but ok. "He took me in and helped me, in exchange for a little help every now and then. It started with me being part of covers, I played a innocent little kid so the adults could do their thing without raising suspicion." That makes sense.

"But what about-." he cut me off again with,

"Yes, I am a bad person. I started going on missions once I was trained and capable, and I've killed people, stolen things and kidnapped people." He stopped, and after a moment I said in disbelief.

"You're not even going to try to justifiy any of it?" To which he shrugged.

"You wont believe me."