Post by Jackson Whittemore on Feb 13, 2014 15:29:04 GMT -5
Jackson had not been sleeping well. Images of ripping into those that he cared for had flooded his brain for a few weeks. Every night the dream began the same. He was at school, sitting in class with those that he had learned to tolerate, and care for. Lydia, Danny, Isaac, Allison, even Stiles and Scott. And one second he would just be thinking to himself how did he end up with such a weird group of friends. One moment they are all making plans, little trips to the beach, and what movies to see or rent, and the next, Jackson is in his Kanima form, and all of their bodies are lying limp on the ground. Eyes staring up at him, with blank expressions. Lifeless. And it was all his fault. He hated that feeling of guilt. He had been racked with it, regretting ever wanting the bite.
Jackson shot up from his bed, covered in sweat. He rubbed his head. He cared. He hated thinking about what he had done. What he might be capable still of. Every night he wondered if being the Kanima was something that still hide behind the wolf that was inside of him now. He kicked his covers off, and sent a text to the one person that he thought understand about the nightmares. Isaac. It was a different kind of friendship. Sure he picked on the kid, but he was one of the few that understood, now more than ever what was going on. Jackson put on some clothes, nothing like the things he would wear to school, and headed out to the woods. He walked right out of the front door, even though it was 2 in the morning. He needed something to take the edge off, and driving his car was not going to help. So he ran.
The cold felt good against his normal than warm body. Jackson had to admit that he enjoyed the perks of being a werewolf, even though he had been through hell to get where he was. He didn't even talk to Lydia as much as he should have been. And Aiden had been trying to get in good with her, and that made his blood want to boil. Sure they were rocky at best, but he cared for her. She was the reason that he fought so hard to keep his cool, even when he wanted too rip peoples heads from their bodies. His feet slammed the ground as he jumped over a stream, landing further than he had wanted to. His thought went back to the dream that he had had that night. He wanted to scream, but instead he just punched his fist into one of the trees.
His heart was racing, and his heart was beating so fast that he almost felt bad for Stiles, who was known to having panic attacks."This cant be happening.." Not to him. Jackson Whittemore. He was better than this.
Jackson shot up from his bed, covered in sweat. He rubbed his head. He cared. He hated thinking about what he had done. What he might be capable still of. Every night he wondered if being the Kanima was something that still hide behind the wolf that was inside of him now. He kicked his covers off, and sent a text to the one person that he thought understand about the nightmares. Isaac. It was a different kind of friendship. Sure he picked on the kid, but he was one of the few that understood, now more than ever what was going on. Jackson put on some clothes, nothing like the things he would wear to school, and headed out to the woods. He walked right out of the front door, even though it was 2 in the morning. He needed something to take the edge off, and driving his car was not going to help. So he ran.
The cold felt good against his normal than warm body. Jackson had to admit that he enjoyed the perks of being a werewolf, even though he had been through hell to get where he was. He didn't even talk to Lydia as much as he should have been. And Aiden had been trying to get in good with her, and that made his blood want to boil. Sure they were rocky at best, but he cared for her. She was the reason that he fought so hard to keep his cool, even when he wanted too rip peoples heads from their bodies. His feet slammed the ground as he jumped over a stream, landing further than he had wanted to. His thought went back to the dream that he had had that night. He wanted to scream, but instead he just punched his fist into one of the trees.
His heart was racing, and his heart was beating so fast that he almost felt bad for Stiles, who was known to having panic attacks."This cant be happening.." Not to him. Jackson Whittemore. He was better than this.