Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 10:23:56 GMT -5
Zeb and Emmett open up the door to the room assigned to them as Zeb allows Emmett's question of what he's gonna do to help around here go unanswered. Bouncing around his mind with the other thoughts that keep eating him alive. He drops his bag beside a bed and thinks to himself looking at the green bed cover. I woke up in a bed....and will fall asleep in a bed at least...even if I don't deserve it. He looks over at Emmett and then over to the corner. A bathroom.
He heads over to the bathroom and slowly shuts the door, flipping the switch to turn the lights on. He takes a look at himself in the mirror. Not enjoying what he sees. A coward who let innocent people die. It should of been him but it wasn't and he has to deal with it. Now he's just a pawn in a chess game played by others. He gets to feel useless despite his whole life mission trying to make others understand his use in protecting them. But that's out the window and he's nothing more than a weak more living in a world meant for the strong. Like Emmett. She's strong. Strong minded and can handle herself out there. Brave.
Looking over at the cabinet behind him he see's shaving cream and a razor and begins to shave his face clean. Cutting himself in the process due to his shaking hands. After washing his face off and putting a small bandage on the cut, he grabs his ice pack and feels the back of his head. Reminding him of his close call on the streets. The ice pack just being a reminder of the checkered board he now lives on. It's depressing. Zeb the once protector, now a scared pawn waiting for somebody else to choose his next move.
He heads over to the bathroom and slowly shuts the door, flipping the switch to turn the lights on. He takes a look at himself in the mirror. Not enjoying what he sees. A coward who let innocent people die. It should of been him but it wasn't and he has to deal with it. Now he's just a pawn in a chess game played by others. He gets to feel useless despite his whole life mission trying to make others understand his use in protecting them. But that's out the window and he's nothing more than a weak more living in a world meant for the strong. Like Emmett. She's strong. Strong minded and can handle herself out there. Brave.
Looking over at the cabinet behind him he see's shaving cream and a razor and begins to shave his face clean. Cutting himself in the process due to his shaking hands. After washing his face off and putting a small bandage on the cut, he grabs his ice pack and feels the back of his head. Reminding him of his close call on the streets. The ice pack just being a reminder of the checkered board he now lives on. It's depressing. Zeb the once protector, now a scared pawn waiting for somebody else to choose his next move.