War Inside My Head (Sean)
Apr 18, 2012 22:19:49 GMT -5
Post by James Martin on Apr 18, 2012 22:19:49 GMT -5
With a weary sigh, Jack put down the pen. With an even wearier flick of his hand, he pushed shut the cheap, faux-leather diary he had purchased at a local shop just a few days ago. His arms were leaden with inner turmoil; his head throbbed. Perspiration dripped from his troubled brow as he contemplated the telephone.
He could lie to himself in his diary entry and say he didn't know Dr Neville's direct number, but somewhere inside he must have known it, because he found that he was dialling it into the phone. Jack's thumb wavered over the 'call' button just for a second, before pressing firmly down.
Nursing an insidious cocktail of fear, confusion and trepidation, Jack lifted the phone to his ear. As much as he knew that Sean Neville was the only man who could help him rescue James Martin, still he found himself not wanting to contact him at all. In fact, a massive portion of his consciousness was practically screaming at him to stop. He had felt it more and more these last few days; a warning inside his head. It was almost as if -
Jack stopped himself. He would get nowhere if he kept on second guessing himself like this. Sean Neville was the only person who could help him with James, so he had to call him. Slightly agitated, he picked up the pen again and started doodling on a piece of scrap paper as he waited for the phone to ring.
Ring.
Two voices inside his head, each of them diametrically opposed to the other.
Ring.
One wanting the truth, one wanting him not to pursue things, begging him.
Ring.
But why?
Ring.
He glanced down at the paper he had been doodling on.
Ring.
Take off the ring.
Ring.
He could lie to himself in his diary entry and say he didn't know Dr Neville's direct number, but somewhere inside he must have known it, because he found that he was dialling it into the phone. Jack's thumb wavered over the 'call' button just for a second, before pressing firmly down.
Nursing an insidious cocktail of fear, confusion and trepidation, Jack lifted the phone to his ear. As much as he knew that Sean Neville was the only man who could help him rescue James Martin, still he found himself not wanting to contact him at all. In fact, a massive portion of his consciousness was practically screaming at him to stop. He had felt it more and more these last few days; a warning inside his head. It was almost as if -
Jack stopped himself. He would get nowhere if he kept on second guessing himself like this. Sean Neville was the only person who could help him with James, so he had to call him. Slightly agitated, he picked up the pen again and started doodling on a piece of scrap paper as he waited for the phone to ring.
Ring.
Two voices inside his head, each of them diametrically opposed to the other.
Ring.
One wanting the truth, one wanting him not to pursue things, begging him.
Ring.
But why?
Ring.
He glanced down at the paper he had been doodling on.
Ring.
Take off the ring.
Ring.
