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Chapter 22

      Jeremy cautiously walked through the corridor. They'd told him it would be empty, but he couldn't get himself to trust them. He kept expecting to have one of them jump at him at every intersection.

      Walking up had been to go from one nightmare, to another; A sleeping one, to a waking one. As soon as he'd started panicking they left him alone. Once he'd calmed down, one of them entered the room, but stayed by the door. She was female, in charge of th medical bay. He'd met her before, but he couldn't remember her name.

      "How are you feeling?" she asked.

      He glared at her. "How do you think I feel? I want to get out of here. I want to go back to Earth. It's driving me insane! I know what they did to me, and I still want to go back."

      "Do you remember what was done to you on the station?"

      He shook his head. "I just remember being forced into a chair, then there's pain, hate, anger."

      "We are going to help you." She took a step toward him.

      "Stay away!" he tried to push himself tighter against the wall.

      "I'm a friend," she soothed.

      "I know that! But you're terrifying me!"

      She left the room then. The rest of the communications were done over com. Eventually they'd told him they couldn't keep him here, he needed to go back to his quarters.

      He couldn't go back there, that's where the monster was waiting for him.

      They'd made arrangement for new quarters, in one of the vacant habitation sectors. A ship like this was never at full occupancy, unless it was war time. Even if everyone were to bring their families with them, there would still be empty quarters. As it was, more than half the people on board either lived alone, or only with partners. That left a lot of empty quarters.

      As they had promised, the way to his quarters had been free of people, and he'd slowly made his way there. Once there he quickly entered, and closed the door behind him, only then able to breath again. He leaned back against the door, and slowly slumped to the floor, crying. He wanted Gral to hold him, to comfort him, but Gral was the monster out to hurt him.

      He screamed, holding his head. He couldn't reconciled both thoughts. They had done something to his mind, twisted it to the point where he didn't know if he could trust anything he thought. He couldn't even summon the box to help him. When he tried, he felt it, just out of reach, but it wouldn't appear.

      After a time, his mind calmed down, out of sheer exhaustion. He stayed there, catching his breath, then stood. He would get over this, somehow. The first step was to settle in.

      On the desk were a few piece of clothing, and two large sacs. He had no idea what they were, until he went closer to them, and the aroma reached him. The rich scent calmed him. There was a datapad on the top sac. He took it and turned it on.

      "I know this isn't going to make up for what was done to you, but hopefully, it will help sooth you. Xenial."

      Jeremy put his face against the sac and breathed in deeply. Coffee. Xenial had finally be able to find him coffee. He had to make himself a cup, right now.

      He looked around. These quarters had a cooking area, since he wouldn't be able to go to the mess to eat, but it hadn't been supplied yet.

      He hadn't had coffee in years now, and yet he could feel the craving coming back. He really needed a cup of coffee.

      He looked at the door.

      He'd have to brave the outside to get what he needed. He couldn't move, his craving warring with is fear. Then he realized he didn't have to go outside.

      He took the pad, wrote up the list of what he needed, and sent it to Xenial. Then he put away the clothing and sat down to wait.

      He jumped when the door buzzed. He went to it, and his hand hovered over the unlock button.

      "Who's there!" he yelled, knowing sound didn't carry well through the door.

      "It's Xenial," came the muffled reply. "I have the things you asked for.

      Jeremy looked at the button again, trying to decide, just how badly he needed them. His hand fell away, and he rested his head against the door.

      "Can you put them down! And leave!" he tried to catch his breath. "Please!" He was crying again.

      "Okay," Xenial said, and then added. "We're here for you Jeremy. I'm leaving now."

      Jeremy hated this. He slammed his fist against the door, over and over. They were his friend. They were the ones who had taken him, accepted him, even with his differences. They hadn't questioned his motives, they hadn't regarded him with suspicions, they had accepted him.

      Humans were monsters for making him afraid of his family.

      He waited for a full five minutes before opening the door. He had to glance on each side, before he could step out to take the box, and bring it in.

      He put it on the table, and pickup up the pad.

      "I'm sorry," he sent.

      "We will wait for you," came the reply.

      Jeremy fought the tears, He wasn't going to cry again, he promised himself. Never again would humans make him cry.

      He took a moment to compose himself, and then set about making the first coffee of his new life.

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On 1/2/2018 at 1:43 PM, WolfBearHybrid said:

oh my goddess, this is so painful... 

thank you :)

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