***************************The Suicide or Jake's Case************************** ~~~~~~~~~~ written by Memory ~~~~~~~~~~ told by the Collins brothers Hi guys! I'm real sorry I didn't write for so long. Must've been about a year. I had loads of schoolwork to do. I'll write more often from now on. I promise! And thanks to all reviewers; Lenalaye - you know, first I was planning for humour, but in the end, I always end with tradgedys. I don't know why, I just can't do humour or romance! Katharos, Tears Of Pearls, Amethyst Soul, Rachael, Redhawk, Lynn, melinda, Twilight and Silence, Heather - Thanks, thanks, and thanks! Laura G - Go on and read *g*! Ambrosia - still munching carrots? Dont think I'll use too many BIG jargon words, after all, I'm just a teenager Ruby - Probably, but I'm still a teenager, so I guess it's easier for me to write teenagers rather than professionals DragonWriter - Like I said, I'll try not to let you guys hanging any more. Steph - Yeah, the end got out recently, but in germany I don't get many of the books, I'm still with #27 (it's a crime, really!) Stephie - Yeah, really weird. I never understood why kids listen to their parents. Maybe just to stop them nagging you? Belladonna fait - is it honestly that good? You guys are really great, I got more reviews than I'd expected! Thanks again! Chapter Two: Peter Collins was sitting at a table at the cafeteria. His collegues were coming over, eager for news. Peter couldn't blame them. One didn't get much new to hear, since they only came out of the clinic once a week. Sometimes, Collins asked himself who were the prisoners - the weirdos or the docs? "Well, Peter? What's he like?" Peter passed him the folder and began. "He's fourteen, doesn't speek much. Doesn't want to. There's something about him I can't quite place. As if ... you remember the old soldier we once had here? Well, the boy's similar." "He was in a war?" "Of course not, idiot. He's fourteen, for crying out loud. Simmons, start reading." "Okay, here goes. Jakes a fourteen year old boy, has got friends, gets good marks, nothing strange. Ah, here it gets interesting. A few days ago some children disappeared. Cassie, his girl friend, Rachel, his cousin, Marco, his best friend. His older brother's been found dead, and some other guy seems to have disappeared too, a boy named Tobias. But that was ages ago, the police thinks he ran away. Had no parents, you see? That was another friend of his, but not a very close one, it seems. And then Jake tried to kill himself by jumping off a bridge. Didn't work though. He didn't even injure himself much. And it was a high bridge, too. Wow. That's what I call luck. I guess you've got a problem now, if he doesn't say anything." he added with a glance at his friend. "Actually, he did say something. Not much, but, well, he said that Cassie was great and one of the only things that let him hold on. And he also mentioned Rachel, Marco, Tobias and someone called Ax. That's a nickname, isn't it?" "Dunno. Never heard of it." *** "Morning." Peter said cheerfully. Always sound bright and as if you're in a good mood. That worked on most people. But not on this boy, apparently. He just shot him daggers, and went on lying on his bed and looking very tired. Peter sighed silently. "Okay, now, tell me about your friends, will you?" Jake didn't answer. "How about Cassie, your girlfriend? What was she like?" "She was the best girlfriend one could imagine." The boy turned over. "Have you got a girlfriend?" "No." Peter said a bit too quickly. Jake just continued to stare at him. He had a quite penetrating stare, mind. "Why not?" he asked. "Well, I never found anyone who I really liked. And I only get out of this place once a week, so I haven't got much time to meet people." "Are there only men here?" "All the docs are, yes." "And nobody would want to go out with a weirdo, right?" Jake said with a hint of sarcasmn. Peter looked at him, surprised. "How do you -" "I might be mad, but I'm not deaf." Peter quickly searched his mind. Had he ever mentioned weirdo in the boy's presence? No, so how did he know? "I -" "Forget it." the boy rolled back over on his back and stared at the ceiling. There was silence. Peter, who was feeling uncomfortable, tried to make the boy get a bit more talkactive. "There's visitor's day tomorrow." Jake didn't answer. "You've got a visitor, he made an appointment this morning." That got Jake's attention. "Who is it?" "I don't know, they only told me that he'd come at ten." That was true. They always got informed when the weirdos got visitors. When the visitors came, the docs were supposed to be there and watch what was done through a small camera hidden in the room. Not that they'd tell that to the visitors or the weirdos, though. Since the boy didn't look as if he'd say any more, Peter Collins stood up and left. *** Jake was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, as if it was hiding the secret of life. He was trying not to sleep. To block away the nightmares. The nightmares of the final battle. The battle that had costed so much. So many tears. So many lives. Jake rolled over. Tomorrow he'd have a visitor. Who? He hadn't seen his family for some time now. They were probably not exactly cheerful either. One son dead, the other mad. Somebody of school? What a great visit that would be. He hadn't really got to know the other students at school, since he was always hanging around with the other Animorphs. But any visitor would be better than the silence in the room, only disturbed by the visits of Dr. Peter Collins. He acted as if he cared about Jake's story, but somehow, Jake didn't really trust him. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Nothing to wonder at, with the things the Animorphs'd been through though. *** More coming soon! Once again, I'm sorry it took so long, I'll write more frequently from now on. R&R, please! ~Memory~
