room 321 | late afternoon | wednesday | 27 january
Even a long walk around the island hadn't helped Jonas stop thinking about what he'd seen during class. The momentary distractions of the cool air, nature and passersby had been only that: distractions. Now that he was back in his room, his mind was all too ready to go picturing that again.
Jonas shut his eyes and rubbed them hard, trying to rid himself of that image. The last image of his father before he'd left. Killing an infant with not so much as a blink of an eye. No remorse, no regret.
Sometimes Jonas could remember why people in the Community didn't have these type of memories. They hurt. Jonas rubbed a hand across his chest, trying to get the clenching to stop. He was going to have to distract himself again.
With something.
[door is mostly closed but the post is open]
Jonas shut his eyes and rubbed them hard, trying to rid himself of that image. The last image of his father before he'd left. Killing an infant with not so much as a blink of an eye. No remorse, no regret.
Sometimes Jonas could remember why people in the Community didn't have these type of memories. They hurt. Jonas rubbed a hand across his chest, trying to get the clenching to stop. He was going to have to distract himself again.
With something.
[door is mostly closed but the post is open]