Despite what Jackson had told the others to do, he could not fall asleep. When he was younger, right after he was taken away from his parents, he was tramatized by nightmares. This mere act of terrible dreams had even scared a fear foster parents away. These parents wanted the children but they absolutely refused to put any work into the child, they rejected all problems. All children experienced nighmares, but Jackson's were different. Scary movies and problematic events did not tramatized him at night. It was one single event that seemed to haunt him for years afterwards.
Everyone has heard of slavery, but before Jackson's twelfth's birthday he hadn't ever seen it so closely before. As a present, his foster parents took him out of the county, somewhere exotic. They were his first and last rich foster parents. They were also far above him on the social ladder. They were prejudice and stuck up but Jackson tried not to make a showing of it. But what it found was slavery. He saw human cruelty like never before. His foster parents didn't seem to mind, but the images he saw there blinded him for years to come. These images now replayed in front of his eyes as he attempted to sleep. The slaves were once a part of a tribe, a family.
Then there was a shout of surprise that sounded an awful lot like Melissa. Jackson was on his feet and out of the tent before he could give the situation a thought. Melissa was on the ground a few feet to the right, a dark skinned man hovering over her. A single thought entered Jackson's mind.
We should have prepared.