Soul Searching | Episode 25

Jason paced back and forth as he thought about the events at Franklin’s house.  He had tried to talk to Franklin about what had been going on with him, but he noticed that Franklin hadn’t been paying attention to him at all.  That’s when it hit him.  He began retracing the events since he woke up on the side of the road naked and filthy while he paced.  He played everything through his head again and again, the gaps of time, how Emma had looked past him as if he wasn’t there, how Franklin had nodded off on the couch and then just left him at the house when he woke up, and how Franklin had gone about his evening as if he hadn’t been there at all.  He even thought about how no one had stopped to help him on the highway, as he walked to the motel room where Emma was, and how he had walked all the way home without someone even slowing to ask if he was ok. 

He hadn’t thought about it much at the time, but he was starting to believe that no one could see him.  Sure, there was that moment when he had first got home that Franklin had saw him, and had even talked to him, but that was it and Franklin was high out of his mind.  That thought led Jason to something else that he had not considered until he saw Franklin at home the night before.  He realized that he had not shot up in what seemed like forever.  He had felt this odd burning itch, that he now recognized, but even now he wasn’t feeling like he needed to shoot up.  The need he usually felt for the junk was completely gone.

“Something is wrong, very wrong,” Jason said to himself as he continued to pace, “I just can’t put my finger on it.”

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