Trapped

Chapter 12

The nightmares got even worse...
I didn't think it was possible they could get worse, but my brain seemed to be proving me wrong about everything these days.

The plan had changed some and we would now be staying a couple of days at the hotel in town, Jackson said he needed rest after such a long drive to Utah from Illinois was.
The sooner we got out of there though, the better.
I was finishing up with last minute packing details, not even bothering to look up despite the fact I could feel Jackson's stare.
I knew he was hovering to see if I was truly okay with what we were doing. Especially after I told him about that dream.
"Jane," Jackson said my name quietly. I glanced at him for a moment, only to look back down at my own shirt in my hands. It was covered in cat fur. I began plucking it off,
"What is it Jackson?" I answered after a moment. Still plucking the cat hair.
"You're scared of going home.." He said taking the shirt from my hands and shoving it into my bag for me.
"Scared?" I gave him a blank look. "I'm not 'scared' Jackson. I'm completely terrified. We're going back to a town, where most people think we KILLED our friends to make the lore of that stupid restaurant come to life."
I threw a sweater into my bag next rubbing my temples as I tried to calm myself down.
Jackson's face was unreadable as he walked over to me. Well 'walked' wouldn't be the correct word, it was more like a slow charging at me. He pushed me against the wall and studied my face.
"Jackson what are you do-" His hand shot up and pitched my lips together.
I shot him a dirty look for it.
He sighed and his face soften but his grip on me didn't.
"You shouldn't care about what people will say." Jackson smiled slightly,
I stared up at him with unblinking eyes as he continued speaking.
"Jane, we know the truth. Shouldn't that be all that matters?"
He released my lips and gently kissed my forehead.
"I just hate the bad light we're painted in." I mumbled looking back up at him.
"I know," he rested his forehead against mine. "But we have eachother; forget what the others think."
My eyes met his for a brief moment, I felt captivated by his dark eyes as he leaned forward, his breath washing over my lips as he leaned in closer. A grin came over his face right before he lightly pecked my cheek.
He pulled away from my abruptly and grabbed the spare duffle-bag from underneath my bed.
"Hurry up and finish packing we have a long drive ahead of us.." He threw over his shoulder as he walked out of my room.
My hands balled into fists as irritation took over every fibre of my being.
Damn you Jackson.

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The long drive back to Utah made me a mixture of irritated and anxious.
I know what happened that day. I know I'm not a murderer.
I kept mentally repeating those words as we got closer to the state line.
However a lot of people in town would disagree with those words; even after our innocence was proven.
It still hurt that people we knew all our lives would think that little of us.
I knew it didn't bother Jackson as much as it did me...

As we crossed over the state line into Utah and the familiar town came into view my stomach dropped and my heart sped into overdrive.
I could do this, I know I can.
I looked over at Jackson's face, his expression was blank and hid whatever emotions that were behind the surface.
"Jackson?" His name slipped from my lips without my control.
His hand shifted on the steering wheel as he quickly glanced at me. "I'm okay," He mumbled staring straight a head.
We drove down main street until we reached the hotel that we'd be staying in for the next few days.

That night the hallucinations came back and I was suffering alone.
Jackson had left me to go get us food before we meet up with him to go scope out Fazbear's Fright.
I kept trying to think about Jackson's smile and his calming voice as the bloody image of Mikey stared at me with a childish grin.
I shuddered and tried to squeeze my eyes shut but he just began to laugh.
"Jane, you've come home.." His voice was off, it was robotic. Great, glad to know my brain thought robo-friends was an amazing idea.
I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. "You're not real!" I shrieked.
There was a cacking robotic laugh and a whisper of breath blowing my hair.
"Of course we're real Jane..."
My eyes sprung open and I turned to look at him.
It was Toby, he was covered in blood. Similar to what I had scene in my dream just a few nights ago—without the animatronic parts.
I jumped away and backed into a hard chest. I looked up into Xavier's face.
"NO!" I screamed and dove under the covers on my bed. "YOU'RE NOT REAL!"
I felt hands on my back. I began thrashing and screaming louder.
"YOU'RE NOT REAL! YOU'RE NOT REAL!"
I was forced onto my back. "Jane!" I continued thrashing. "JANE! It's okay! I'm here!"
My vision blurry with tears; I blinked and looked up into Jackson's concerned face.
I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck sobbing.
Jackson pulled me close; smoothing down my hair.
"It's okay.." He whispered into my hair.
I shuddered against him as I sobbed. "I promise it's okay."