Happy Happy
Who: Annabelle and Jackson Where: Their places, or at least Jackson's place and wherever Annabelle is... When: Wednesday Evening
Ever since the moment that Jackson got that call before he and Blake were going to eat Chinese food, the rest of the whole night had been a blur. A complete and utter blur. The moments just seemed to flood into his mind without rhyme or reason. Him practically breaking every law in the book in order to get to Ann Arbor faster (narrowly missing a red light), getting to the hospital and seeing all the reporters that were there, trying to get some coverage on the miraculous rescue of the Scarlet Oak teenagers. He had to resist the urge to telekinetically shove them all out of the way in order to make a path. Sort of like Moses. If Moses had to deal with paparazzi. Seeing Myra safe and sound, feeling all of that pent up rage, frustration, fear, and plenty of other emotions that he couldn’t even attempt to describe just pour out of him as soon as he knew that it was over. Yes, the late afternoon and evening hours of that day had indeed gone by in an incredibly rapid and random manner… but it was all for a very good reason, so Jackson certainly did not lament the speed.
Finally, they returned home, and were able to just deal with everything that had happened in the safety of their own roof. Those feelings that Jack had, the vibes that were in the home during that time when Myra was missing, they were gone. Everything that was negative, everything that made him need to get out of there… everything had been replaced by happy feelings. By joy. They fielded a lot of calls during that time. Hell, his paternal grandfather even sounded a little happy to hear his voice. A rarity indeed.
Jackson was still riding the high of Myra’s safety and everything that it brought, but he wasn’t going to hover around his little sister. He’d done enough of that for the moment. Plus, there were four other members of his immediate family… two of which, if not three, perhaps even all four, were guaranteed to do enough hovering for all parties involved.
Part of it had to do with his guilt. Yes, he knew that it wasn’t his fault. Amelia had made that entirely obvious the day that they learned Myra was missing. He told his mother that he believed her, and maybe a part of himself did, but there was still a very big part of Jack that wished he had tried to do something… that he had stopped Myra from going on that stupid trip. It would have saved them all a lot of pain. That was the kind of guilt that didn’t go away, mostly because his own heart just wouldn’t let it go. It was going to be easier to deal with, knowing that she was going to be all right. Seeing her right there in front of his blue eyes was a good start. That didn’t mean that it was enough, however.
Needing some air, Jackson moved outside. Humid air was still air. Mostly, he just wanted to be alone for a little while. Once again he found himself perched on the porch swing, slumping against the construction… almost as emotionally drained as he had been the day that he found out about what had happened to Myra. Positive or negative emotions… either was extremely draining when it was en masse, apparently.