Snippet #2338235

Jax woke up with a jolt. It was the same dream again, the same horrible dream where he killed everyone he ever knew; their spirits had come up from their graves and started suffocating him, and when he needed his powers the most they never came to the surface. He had been having this dream for weeks now and he was tired of it.

He knew that it was ever since he had come to this place full of people and stressful situations, it made him fear that he would one day snap and hurt somebody....why did they bring him here? Surely he would be of more danger to people than if he were alone in his home once more. But he didn't argue with authorities, Jax knew better.

Looking over he noticed that Blake had already left, so he got up tiredly and clothed himself. This morning he couldn't be bothered with a shower, the dream had ruined his day again and he wanted to put the least amount of energy into it until he could go to bed again and hope, once more, that he would be greeted with pleasant dreams or no dreams at all. It was false hope, but it was the only thing that kept him going during the day.

Jax groggily walked to the cafeteria and grabbed a bowl of cereal, eating quickly and steadily. He avoided eye contact with anyone, the noise of the cafeteria due to several conversations interested him but he never joined in, it was best, he thought, and kept eating until it was time to go to the library and study. Though Jax never actually studied, and when he did it was only because of something that interested him. He more read to calm his thoughts, the stress of homework, assignments and studying not safe for himself (or perhaps others), though somehow he kept on top of the work load that was presented to him.