Jacob P.O.V
Eventually, my parents took me to a brain shrinker. A quiet olive-skinned man named . I didn't put up a fight I knew I needed help. Later he brought up the idea of a shared session because there was a boy Nico Di Angelo with a very similar situation he had seen the creatures too. Our grandparents had even been in the same children's home. He insisted that not only we might both help each other move on but I had a very limited social reaction. So after his very convincing speech, my parents grasped at the opportunity like dogs for a bone.
Nico Di Angelo was a very frightening person. He was a head taller than me and I'm not short, with olive skin raven black hair and chocolate brown eyed. I don't think he wore anything other than black paired with a deep Italian accent. I swore up in down to my parents that he must be working with the Mob, they told me not to pass judgment to quickly.
This week I had decided to pretend I had been getting better I had made up a whole dream journal one dream was about going to the dentist another about flying he interrupted me." Let's be real for just a moment," he sat down his pen. I was a really terrible lier, rather than humiliate myself more I fessed up.
"Well maybe once," he nodded like he all along probably did. He turned to my more silent companion. "what about you Nico, still having bad dreams?" Nico sighed inwardly irritation spilled across his face. "Yeah shrink, always have always will guilt is my little scrap of humanity. It's what keeps me alive" "Nico," sighed. " Don't be so negative nobody deserves to be plagued by nightmares." Nico poked his tongue in his cheek and closed his eyes. I shuffled back not wanting to be on the receiving end of his rage.
"Do you know what it's like Doc, for everyone you care about to be murdered or abandon you? I could have saved them if I was faster or stronger or just there at all. This guilt these 'Nightmares' this thirst for justice for revenge, reminds me every day that I have to keep fighting. TO run faster fight harder. To keep everyone I care about breathing, so I might be able to save another Bianca a Maria a Jason a Charles a Luke a Silena a Grandmother. These 'Nightmares' is my only scrap of humanity left. These 'Nightmares'
We just sat there staring at Nico for I don't know how long before broke the silence with a smile." You're just a boy you're nowhere near capable to save anybody." he stated calmly his eyes flickering with something I could only describe as greed. Nico just smirked amusement in his eyes. " I thought you would have learned by now." he responded with a sharp tongue " never underestimate your opponent."
A couple of weeks later after discovering the letter in a book my grandfather planned to give me, or shrink as Nico so loves to call him, came up with the idea of me and Nico going to see the old children's s home because it might help us both move on. It took a while to convince my parents but after encouraged them they even offered to pay for Nico. When he turned down the offer saying that they could well over afford it, my parents seemed a little taken aback, wondering what his father does but as I said Marfia.