Healing Takes Time

The Dawn of Jim
The small tuxedo cat lay on the messy bed. "Mama..... where are you?" He whispered, not daring to speak loudly. The phantom watching him narrowed his eyes. "I just want my freedom. I want to learn, to live as a jammer should." He whimpered. "Jim- shut up!" The guard hoarsely yelled. The orange-eyed cat sighed and slumped. "Don't touch 'im, that's what King said." A phantom said to Guard. Guard shushed him and sighed. "I wish that Mother-Phantom would stop ordering us around." Guard murmured. Jim sat up and groomed himself. His muscular body relaxed as Guard set a dish down in his cell. "Come, Jim. I'm gettin' yer poor soul out of this trash-dump." Guard hissed lowly. Jim ate eagerly and shook himself. "That- oh hello my Mother Queen." Guard said, bowing before a large female phantom. "Oh, Guard, I'm soo glad to see you!" The Queen giggled. She examined Jim. "He's good to work in the Mines. We need 'em gems, so put 'im to work!" She said. A th mention of gems, Jim held his breathed as the patted his pocket. His wallet was filled up. He breathed out and slid it in the secret compartment.

"Jim, let me see you."