"Jackson.... They will hunt you down and.... and it wont be good.... You have to tell them I'm ok."
"No I don't... either way I'm still in danger... at least I know now for sure that they are out to get me."
He was staring off blankly at a wall as he slouched on the bed resting his elbows on his knees and his hands folded. He after a while reaches down next to the bed where he left the bottle of vodka and takes a sip from it again.
"It doesn't matter. They don't want me back. They want me dead. Either way they want me dead." He takes a sip. "It makes no difference how quick they try to get me that way... but they wont."
He is sipping some more again, just wanting to forget about what he did and not think if it was stupid or not. "And plus... *ahh...* You have your wish. You're off the radar. If you disappear now then no rogue would bother looking for you... Isn't that what you want?"
He shakes his head again sipping some more and continuing. "I've been wanted for a long time. It doesn't matter to me by whom or how many... who cares... just a matter of time anyway... *berrmmm* ughh... Just %$#@ everything... everything's all %$#@ed up anyway."
He was already starting to get tipsy a little and starting to rant non-sense. He put the bottle away though and put his head down, concentrating on the vodka more than his problems.
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