Chapter Two My Head Hurts, Does Your head Hurt?
It took Jacobyte several minutes to bypass all the security measures he'd instilled in his apartment, but they were worth it. You guarded what you had, you kept it close and safe and ultimately yours. Hopeful lessons from his younger years combined themselves with the harsh realities learned later on in life in his mind, and Jacobyte stumbled a little entering the room. Once again he wished the ghosts of the past would just leave him be.
Once again he knew, no matter how much he begged and pleaded on empty shores, they never would.
Jacobyte's apartment was sparse, holding only the essentials. He didn't own any favoured childhood possessions, nor trinkets from lost lovers. At least, he didn't any more.
Mistakes in your past?
Jacobyte pummelled his pillow, one vicious stab after another until his frustration was spent, then he shucked his gold buttoned, navy coloured coat and sat down to untie his