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Trust Me I'm a Liar.
six.
I make it home in exactly twenty-four minutes and thirty-six seconds. I figured it would have taken shorter if I hadn’t had to carry that guitar Alex got for me.
Stupid Alex. Stupid Dayna. Stupid me for having feelings for Alex and getting hurt when I see him making out with Dayna.
I slumped into the house—I was exhausted. I flopped down on the couch as soon as I made it into the living room.
Surprisingly, Matt was still home and also on the couch. Unsurprisingly, Zack was still here too and he and Matt were playing Xbox.
Matt quickly glances at me then refocused his attention back on his game, “What crawled up your butt and died?”
I ignore what he said and ask, “Where’s Jack?”
“I think he’s up in your room,” Zack tells me. Matt is now too focused on the game to speak.
I jump off the couch, “Why would you let Jack Barakat unattended in my room!?”
Zack shrugs, “We didn’t. He just came over, said ‘I’ll be in Jamie’s room’ and went up the steps.”
“You guys are morons,” I grumble before I walk away and up the stairs.
I do find Jack in my room, but he is sleeping in my bed. I try not to laugh. But I can't help but let out a little giggle.
Jack rolls over in my bed so that’s he’s facing me, “You know I'm not really sleeping, dummie.”
I fake scowl at him, “You are so mean to me, Jack Bassam.”
“Oh my goodness, you just put my middle name out there, Jamie Skye you're a crazy girl,” Jack laughs. I crawl into my bed with him.
I kiss his forehead, “You're a good friend Jack.”
Jack’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink, “Thanks Jamie. You're a better friend, though.”
A better friend? Yeah, I don’t think so. I believe he should have said bigger, the voices says to me.
I close my eyes and bite down tightly on my lip. This voice is driving me insane. And technically if you hear voices in your head, doesn’t that make you insane?
I feel Jack’s big hands wrap around my biceps, “James, are you okay?”
My eyes pop open, “I'm- I'm…fine.”
Liar!
“What I saw you doing earlier—that’s not ‘fine’ Jamie,” he tells me, his voice isn’t as pleasant as before.
I squirm trying to get out of his grip. No luck. “Leave me alone, Jack.”
“If I left you alone I wouldn’t be such a good friend, now would I?”
I look down at my comforter, “Fine, you're a sucky friend. Now leave me alone. I don’t need any help. Nor do I want any.”
Jack’s hands fell from my body; he got out of my bed and walked to the door.
I close my eyes again, this time because I was fighting back tears.
“Jamie, when you're ready to talk you know where to find me,” he informs me, his voice full of sorrow.
When I hear him shut the door I stumble out of bed and to my dresser. I open up the first drawer and take out my mom’s old jewelry box. I take off the lid and grab out a razor blade.
I go sit back down on my bed. I lift up shirt so that all of my torso is exposed.
Where’s the bones, Jamie? I don’t see a single rib. F-A-T.
“You're right,” I say out loud. “I'm a fat messed up freak.”
I take the razor, position it in between two of my ribs and drag it across my chest.
If I can't see my ribcage, I’ll cut myself one.
Stupid Alex. Stupid Dayna. Stupid me for having feelings for Alex and getting hurt when I see him making out with Dayna.
I slumped into the house—I was exhausted. I flopped down on the couch as soon as I made it into the living room.
Surprisingly, Matt was still home and also on the couch. Unsurprisingly, Zack was still here too and he and Matt were playing Xbox.
Matt quickly glances at me then refocused his attention back on his game, “What crawled up your butt and died?”
I ignore what he said and ask, “Where’s Jack?”
“I think he’s up in your room,” Zack tells me. Matt is now too focused on the game to speak.
I jump off the couch, “Why would you let Jack Barakat unattended in my room!?”
Zack shrugs, “We didn’t. He just came over, said ‘I’ll be in Jamie’s room’ and went up the steps.”
“You guys are morons,” I grumble before I walk away and up the stairs.
I do find Jack in my room, but he is sleeping in my bed. I try not to laugh. But I can't help but let out a little giggle.
Jack rolls over in my bed so that’s he’s facing me, “You know I'm not really sleeping, dummie.”
I fake scowl at him, “You are so mean to me, Jack Bassam.”
“Oh my goodness, you just put my middle name out there, Jamie Skye you're a crazy girl,” Jack laughs. I crawl into my bed with him.
I kiss his forehead, “You're a good friend Jack.”
Jack’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink, “Thanks Jamie. You're a better friend, though.”
A better friend? Yeah, I don’t think so. I believe he should have said bigger, the voices says to me.
I close my eyes and bite down tightly on my lip. This voice is driving me insane. And technically if you hear voices in your head, doesn’t that make you insane?
I feel Jack’s big hands wrap around my biceps, “James, are you okay?”
My eyes pop open, “I'm- I'm…fine.”
Liar!
“What I saw you doing earlier—that’s not ‘fine’ Jamie,” he tells me, his voice isn’t as pleasant as before.
I squirm trying to get out of his grip. No luck. “Leave me alone, Jack.”
“If I left you alone I wouldn’t be such a good friend, now would I?”
I look down at my comforter, “Fine, you're a sucky friend. Now leave me alone. I don’t need any help. Nor do I want any.”
Jack’s hands fell from my body; he got out of my bed and walked to the door.
I close my eyes again, this time because I was fighting back tears.
“Jamie, when you're ready to talk you know where to find me,” he informs me, his voice full of sorrow.
When I hear him shut the door I stumble out of bed and to my dresser. I open up the first drawer and take out my mom’s old jewelry box. I take off the lid and grab out a razor blade.
I go sit back down on my bed. I lift up shirt so that all of my torso is exposed.
Where’s the bones, Jamie? I don’t see a single rib. F-A-T.
“You're right,” I say out loud. “I'm a fat messed up freak.”
I take the razor, position it in between two of my ribs and drag it across my chest.
If I can't see my ribcage, I’ll cut myself one.
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wow o.othat's intense .
poooor jamie :/ i really do feel bad for my poor character !
:3 i'm a dorkkie !
anyone like the new layout ?
the pic is EPIC !
it's from flickr , if anyone is wondering .
comments would be rad !(: