@honeyrough
jackson felt sick as the train pulled into the station. in some ways he was relieved to finally be home. in other ways he didn’t feel like he was home. he was not the person he was when he left. he had been sick the whole train ride though. he was still getting used to holding down food, and still had to eat in small stuttered bouts as he wasn’t used to being offered so much. and on top of it he was still wary from his last train ride, crammed in with thousands of others being transported to where he experienced the worst of human abuses.
jackson also worried what he was coming home to. his mother had been against him joining the army, and he was sure she thought him dead all this time. and then there was alex, who he didn’t even know if he survived, information wasn’t very abundant where he was. jackson lifted his bag over his shoulder. his body was much thinner than it had been. it was better than he had been when he was first saved. then he was nearly skin and bones. and his hair was finally growing back in thin and fine wispy curls on that finally managed to cover his head. jackson got off the train trembling with nerves as he looked around wondering what he was exactly coming home to.
