Chapter Twenty-one

I Don't Want To Go Home

"So…" I said walking toward Jack, who was sitting in a chair looking at a book.

"What?" he said totally ignoring me.

"What? 'What?' " I asked.

"What?" he asked again puzzled.

"Never mind. So, whatcha doin'?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he said.

"It looks like you are reading an upside down book."

"What? Oh," he said looking at the cover noticing it was upside down.

"So, what else are you doing?"

"Thinking. And you are not helping me," he said hinting me to go away.

I just sat on his bed. "Do you want me to read that to you?" I asked him.

"No, not really. Unless you want to?" So, I read his book to him, then we started to talk. I found out many things about him. For example, he hates the color pink, although that is my favorite color. We have been talking for about an hour now and I was just finding out what I wanted to hear.

"So why did you go all crazy when Peter stuck a gun in your face?" I asked, well, it sounded better in my head.

"Would you like it if I stuck a gun in your face?"

"You already did, twice," I replied.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well, there is something else, but, no, you don't need to hear it."

"Please?"

"Fine," he said getting comfortable. "When I was little, around five, my…" Well, to make a long story short, his dad shot his mom. He has been afraid of guns since, unless he is holding it or if he has one too.

"Ok, I better go now," I said walking out.

"Wow!" I said.

"What?" Peter asked. We were eating dinner on the deck.

"I have been here almost a year! Tomorrow is the day I would have gotten here if I waited another year!" I said.

"Oh, no."

"What?" I asked confused.

"You have to go back home tonight," He said looking down at his food.

"Why?"

"Tia Dalma said that if you ever plan on going back to your own time, it has to be the night before the day that you would have been here for a year."

"When did she say that?" I asked.

"When you were dead."

"I don't want to go back!" I shouted as I stood up and started pacing.

"You have to. It is going to be your only chance, if you don't, you will be here forever."

"Maybe that is what I want," I said stopping.

"Maybe so, but you need to go back to your own time. You need to see your family and friends."

"They are the reason I left! Why would I go back?"

"It is getting late. Just go to bed and wish you were back in your own time," he said picking up the plates.

I didn't even say bye, I just went to my room and sat up thinking and eventually went to bed. I had no clue what to do.