Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)St. Joseph's Veterans Mental Health and Wellness Facility. An island based facility off the east coast, which was an hour's boat ride away from New York, it was a green and healthy island facility which was fairly self-contained, and where many survivors of recent wars were sent for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The facility itself was about a mile long, with a single floor and basement floor, and the island was two miles long, including land space for housing and other services.
In this facility, in one of the north-most rooms facing the east sat a man wearing a white collared shirt and black slacks, by the name of Jacob Collins. Sipping hot tea, the American gentleman looked outside at the oceans and horizon with a distant stare, staring through bars over the window. Jacob had short black hair, with dark eyes - his Spanish heritage from his father's side of the family gave him tan skin, though it was quite pale from how rarely he stepped out of the facility. Jacob was a veteran of the Afghan conflict, whom came home quite affected and with a severe case of PTSD.
On the other hand, the reason there were bars over the window was that once Jacob had gotten home, strangely enough, acquaintances and a member of his family committed suicide, three within the same year. When his girlfriend of six months also committed suicide, there was enough evidence to bring charges against Jacob. Those charges in return exposed Jacob's PTSD, as well as revealed the number of drugs he was taking to relieve it, in which case happened to be sufficient enough to cause him to have blackouts, and some of those blackouts conveniently enough made it difficult to try him for murder or even manslaughter. The final blow came when the Judge ruled that he was unfit to stand trial, and the charges fell apart in the initial stages, citing a lack of evidence. Still, they were enough to ensure that Jacob would be held in a more secure location than perhaps he was warranted.
Jacob's room was sparse - there was a queen sized bed, with a Spartan white sheets, a wooden table and two wooden chairs, one of which Jacob was sitting on, in a relaxed pose, and a small book shelf covered in books. The man looked up at the only object on the walls, which was an old fashioned clock, and read the time. In less than five minutes, the scheduled appointment would come with the nurses. With that known, Jacob's eyes returned to the water….
In this facility, in one of the north-most rooms facing the east sat a man wearing a white collared shirt and black slacks, by the name of Jacob Collins. Sipping hot tea, the American gentleman looked outside at the oceans and horizon with a distant stare, staring through bars over the window. Jacob had short black hair, with dark eyes - his Spanish heritage from his father's side of the family gave him tan skin, though it was quite pale from how rarely he stepped out of the facility. Jacob was a veteran of the Afghan conflict, whom came home quite affected and with a severe case of PTSD.
On the other hand, the reason there were bars over the window was that once Jacob had gotten home, strangely enough, acquaintances and a member of his family committed suicide, three within the same year. When his girlfriend of six months also committed suicide, there was enough evidence to bring charges against Jacob. Those charges in return exposed Jacob's PTSD, as well as revealed the number of drugs he was taking to relieve it, in which case happened to be sufficient enough to cause him to have blackouts, and some of those blackouts conveniently enough made it difficult to try him for murder or even manslaughter. The final blow came when the Judge ruled that he was unfit to stand trial, and the charges fell apart in the initial stages, citing a lack of evidence. Still, they were enough to ensure that Jacob would be held in a more secure location than perhaps he was warranted.
Jacob's room was sparse - there was a queen sized bed, with a Spartan white sheets, a wooden table and two wooden chairs, one of which Jacob was sitting on, in a relaxed pose, and a small book shelf covered in books. The man looked up at the only object on the walls, which was an old fashioned clock, and read the time. In less than five minutes, the scheduled appointment would come with the nurses. With that known, Jacob's eyes returned to the water….
