John Edward Brunett "Jeb" Parmalee (
sketchingideals) wrote2011-10-25 02:17 am
3rd sketch - [written - BACKDATED TO THE MORNING OF OCTOBER 21ST]
[For the most part, it's been pretty easy to pretend nothing happened. No one asks, and Jeb kept to himself for the days following it. Unfortunately, that doesn't really change the fact that he was physically assaulted by someone he doesn't even know about a month ago.
After waking up from what felt like the thousandth painful nightmare (whoever stated that you can't feel pain in your sleep was obviously lying), Jeb goes for his journal and begins to write...]
Good morning, everyone! I just have a quick question--it shouldn't take up much of your time at all. I've been having some nightmares [He pauses, hesitantly, before continuing.] about getting hurt. Do any of you have any suggestions that might help with that kind of thing? It would be really appreciated, thank you in advance!
After waking up from what felt like the thousandth painful nightmare (whoever stated that you can't feel pain in your sleep was obviously lying), Jeb goes for his journal and begins to write...]
Good morning, everyone! I just have a quick question--it shouldn't take up much of your time at all. I've been having some nightmares [He pauses, hesitantly, before continuing.] about getting hurt. Do any of you have any suggestions that might help with that kind of thing? It would be really appreciated, thank you in advance!

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Did he say anything... specific, to you?
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That I'm a miserable piece of filth. [Which he agrees with.] That I don't deserve to live. [If it weren't for those who cared about him...] That I'm so worthless, it's disgusting. [Jeb probably agrees with that one the most--why couldn't he fight back? Why couldn't he be stronger? Is he always going to be like...?] That I'm nothing. [But his friends don't think that, do they?] That I don't deserve to
[He tries to steady his now heavily shaking hand before trying to write that last sentence over.] That I don't deserve to exist.
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[He mentally smacks himself for even asking, for letting his low self-esteem be so obvious, but...]
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[So why can't he?]
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[...he's shaking again, even if he's willing his body not to as much as he can. In a way, he's just admitted it to someone, didn't he? That he's not optimistic about everything... that he doesn't like himself.
He hasn't brought that up to anyone upon arriving to Luceti, at all.]
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Thank you, Miss Sage. Thank you so much.
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[His anxiousness about what happened just refuses to go away... neither will the nagging voice in the back of his mind that tells him he should still try to help the one who attacked him. He shakes his head. That wouldn't do...]
Sometimes it's still a little bit frightening to be alone. [He pauses and reads what he just wrote, lightly crossing it out before shaking his head again.]
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Maybe being attacked has effected Jeb more than he originally realized--he's usually not this skittish about this kind of thing, but now he's just... anxious. Avoiding.]
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