Jay Guthrie (courtingthesun) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-01-24 10:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | husk, icarus, phoenix |
Who: Jean and Jay (and Paige?)
When: Early Sunday morning, ~8, right after his journal post
Where: The lake
What: Knocking sense into the boy
Warnings: Another (hopefully last!) suicide attempt
Jay had woken up very early that morning. He was anxious to get home, and was frantically packing even though they weren't set to leave for the airport for several more hours. He was moving about the room as quickly but quietly as he could, not wanting to wake John. He kept his wings flat against his back as he did, not wanting them to get in the way. However, his excitement and his speed made him a bit clumsy. He lost his footing between the closet and his bed, where he had his suitcase open, giving a little wince as his knee his the hardwood floor and skidded a bit. Though the floor was smooth, the friction scraped up his knee a bit. He paid it no mind - wounds, especially slight ones, never lasted long on the boy who could heal. He picked himself up and continued packing.
However, a minute later, he paused suddenly. He glanced down. The scrape was still on his knee. Eyes widening a little, he ran to the bathroom, grabbing a razor, opening it up, and running the sharp edge along his palm. He dropped it, hands shaking, when thirty seconds passed and nothing happened. He looked over his shoulders. His wings were definitely still there. He ran back to his room, throwing open his laptop, scanning friends entries. Doug and Vanessa seemed to have lost their powers, or at least portions of his powers. Excitement surged through him. This was Sunday, a holy day for the Christian boy. This was a sign from God. All other thoughts left his mind. That Paige needed him, that the whole family needed him now that Pa had died. That he had fallen head over heels in love with a pair of beautiful eyes and the intelligent woman they belonged to, that Sooraya had told him that He (she used Allah, Jay still just translated that to God because of his beliefs) didn't condone self-injury. That suicide led you to Hell. That Julia had forgiven him, wanted him to move on. That he was starting the journey home in three hours.
It all flew right from his mind. Hallucinations of Julia haunted him. He wrote a journal entry quickly, fingers shaking. He had to retype most of it several times. He believed what he wrote, that God had cured him of his powers. Which could only mean he was inviting him to go see Julia. That was all that ran through his mind. He closed the computer quickly after the post, so he couldn't see what others would have to say about the post. He didn't think about others replying to that. That Paige would see it. That she'd know. He had to get out of there. He took running from the room, not even bothering to put on a shirt, or shoes. He ran outside. He didn't register the cold, the thoughts flying away the same way the other rational thoughts had. He ran straight for the lake. He would go back to Julia the same way she left him. He already knew how hard it was to struggle against water-logged wings, especially when you didn't want to resurface. Once he got both wings under the water, he began to sank, but the struggling power of buoyancy made him just fluster in the water first. He dove back in, finding a rock on the bottom. He let out some air, letting him sink a little, and pinned a wing under the heavy rock, then put pressure on it. He wasn't very deep into the lake because of it, and the tip of his other wing was like a red flag, peeking out of the water.