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We Take Care


win_non_con inspired this, sort of. After I tried writing a horrible first line, this happened. I have no idea, as usual..lol This marks the end of my Sandman journal as well, time to break in the Haku:)

We Take Care

There was a list of things he was never supposed to say. Jacob knew what was on the top. Don't tell them about the watchers.

His parents didn't care about them when he was little. Everyone has imaginary friends. He just knew his weren't. The watchers were real, and they were the only friends he needed.

Jacob stopped talking about them when he heard the word "doctor" one night listening at the top of the stairs. He didn't feel alone, even if he didn't have any friends to "bring home" as his dad kept trying to tell him. 

In the corner of his eye watchers were ripples, like heat coming off the pavement. Jacob could feel them, making sure nothing happened to him. Like his parents did, only they couldn't follow him to school.

The first time he was shoved in his locker--they made it the last. He wasn't sure what they did to Tim, the school bully, but Tim and Jacob were never in the same hallway or class again.

Jacob didn't feel special, but the watchers told him he was. It wasn't his grades, although he always did well in school. It was something else. He asked them once what the did, besides watch him. The shimmers had folded together, like they were leaning their heads in, if they had them.

"You're important Jacob" They finally responded.

"I know that. But what do you do the rest of the time?"

Silence. He hated being ignored. He felt the air press down over his shoulder, like a hand.

"We---see."

He sighed. "Fine." Guess that was all he would get.

When his parents asked him why he would stare out the windows so often he would just say "Thinking." They frowned, but let it go. Jacob wondered if watchers were like angels, and how many he could fit on the head of a pin, or carry in his pocket.

The watchers told him one day they would come for him, but they couldn't tell him when. He worried what his parents would think, wouldn't they miss him--try to find him?

"We take care of them too." They told him.

Jacob smiled. And waited.

The room felt thick with watchers the night of his eighteenth birthday. He wondered if his ears would pop. Jacob's skin itched, like had a sunburn, and when he tried to scratch it..

He looked around. down at the empty bed.

Now, there were others to wait for.

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samalander_dawn
Oct. 18th, 2010 06:17 am (UTC)
oh cool!
and creepy....

:)
lurkingwombat
Oct. 19th, 2010 06:00 am (UTC)
that was fun. Can't wait for you to write more stuff in the future.
caffienekitty
Oct. 20th, 2010 12:26 pm (UTC)
Very interesting!
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