Chapter 5. Trigger warning, graphic description of Gore and self-harm. This chapters a lot longer.
Later that night jim began having dreams. He dreamt of his mom crying. He asked him mom what was wrong and sarah truned with tears in her eyes and starting hitting jim, crying what were they going to do with all the legal fees. Sarah kept hitting him while crying, saying hurtful things, like your dad left because he say how much of a failure youd be and how she wish she too left when she had the chance. Jim woke up in cold sweat. Only that wasnt a dream. It was a memery and one from not too long ago. Jim felt horrible. a feeling in his stomach that just woildnt go away. 'You know what to do' a voice within him said. 'You deserve it' 'punishment' 'relief' 'just do it' thoughts swirled, and slurred all around his head. Finally he did. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Blood lines, down his arm. Blood septed out his skin and bubbled up. Jim left it crust up and went to bed.
the next day, jim had to mop the deck and kitchen then go up in the crows next and do some more chores. Jim had his jacket on, while his cuts crusted up preventing anymore bleeding, he was scared bllod would seep though and someone would see-not that anyone cared, it was more a pride thing.
"jimbo? Why ye moven so slowly today? i outta thought ye be done anow" slive greeted "and why ya gotta ye jacket on lad, attina ye hot?"
" maybe im coming down with something, im pretty chilly. And im moving slow because i want to do it right" jim lied. Jim was a good lair, its just this lie in particular sucked.
"mhm" sliver gruffed, stroking his chin and walking off. None of them spoke of jims 'adventures' on drug planet, what cap didnt know wouldnt hurt her.
not far trailing sliver was scroop.
"ughhhhmm, i smell blood," scroop said intrigued. He kicked over jims bucket of mop water
"hey!" Jim said caught off guard and bent down to pick up the bucket.
Scroop grab jims arm and yanked him up onto his feet. Once jim rose up to him feet scroop grapped his neck whilst holding his arm, his bad arm, and held both his neck and arm in one claw. He pinned his neck and arm agaist the sail post behind jim.
"whooo are you speaking to in such a tone cabin boy?"
scroop pinched his neck and arm harder together. Jim let out half a strangled pained cry but quickly stopped. He wanted to seem like a man and didnt want to show the overgrown crap the satisfaction of getting to him. Jim tried to kick but his feet to far above the ground. He hazily blinked and was suddenly dropped on the ground. He gasped quickly for air.
sliver had intervened within a flash and was now hold scroop by his neck and llifting him off the deck. Sliver. Looked. Pissed. Far more pissed then jim had even gotten him, far more pissed than jim had ever seen.
Gentlemen! Mr.arrow shouted.
sliver let scroop go.
"the captains room. Now." Mr.arrow scolded as if in grade school.