She's The Artist

| Chapter 5: Stand Guard |

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Warning: Flashback, Mental Health

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12:43 am

I'm wide fucking awake as per usual. Just laying down on my bed, looking up at the now gray ceiling. In the dark. All alone. Now in my PJ's.

Why did you have to disappear Jack?

I ask myself this question every night. Even if I'm sleeping. I say it in my sleep. 

But, not only this question, but also,

Why disappear when you left so many things behind?

Again, this is another question I ask myself. But, I can answer this one,

It's not his fault he vanished. He didn't know.

Then there's the all time most famous question out of all,

Was it because of me?

This is the biggest one scenes Jacks disappearance. I keep thinking that it is. Not only because my fucked-up father told me this for weeks when I lived with him, but because that day, we got into a fight. 

That fucking stupid ass fight that I caused. 

Flashback 

"Jack! You can't walk away from me like that! We have to talk about it! I told you that I'm sorry!" I yell at him as he walks down the stairs.

"Just leave me only, okay? I don't want to talk to you." He says over his shoulder. Still looking ahead of him.

I grad onto his arm.

"You can't walk away from this! I'm so, so sorry! Please. . ." I cry while he faces me. 

I didn't mean what I said.

"Alex. . . just- let me go." He says in a clam voice. 

I let go of his arm.

End Of Flashback

I get up from the bed and check the time on the alarm clock.

12:57am

What a good time to go grocery shopping.

I make my way to my bag that's still sitting on the floor with the rest of my stuff because I'm too lazy to unpack everything and pull out some blue ripped jeans and a black hoodie. My hair is already in a bun so that'll work.

I take my white converses out of my shoe bag and grab my phone and purse and make my way out.

I lock my door and shove the keys into my purse and make my way to the stairs. Might as well get a little workout in.

As I open the door to the stairs, my phone starts to ring. 

Really. At 1:02 am!

I take my phone out of my purse and look at the Caller ID. Sam.

"Hello?"

"Hey! So, what you are doing answering a call at passed midnight?"

"I would ask you the same thing. Sam." I say curiously into the phone.