Nina Myers (nina_myers) wrote in 24rpg,
Nina Myers

I sure don't want *those* drugs! attn; Jack

These are the depths of my soul. This is the rotten core of the bag of flesh and bones I've moulded myself to become. This is where I live when I dare to sleep, when there's nothing else left except my conscience and the demons that claw at its walls.

I watch Jack get more and more aggitated as he sleeps, finally sliding off the table and putting my hands on his shoulders. "Jack...Jack, hey...c'mon, wake up," I say quietly. He's still whimpering, shifting around on the couch. Frowning, I lean a little closer. "Jack..." I shake him gently one more time.
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