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Jacksons POV-Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days and days turned into weeks.
It has been seven weeks. And some people are starting to lose hope, especially her dad. He just sits around, he hasn't lost his job because they know what's happened and are understanding. I, however, and probably not going to graduate, because exams start in a few weeks, and I've missed so much.
It's not like I would do anything in school anyways. I'd be doing the same thing that I'm doing now.
Sit.
Sleep.
Occasionally eat.
Sleep.
Smoke.
Sit.
Daydream.
Smoke.
And restart.It's time to go and meet her, again, she hasn't gotten any better, but she hasn't gotten any worse either. So here I am, getting driven in a taxi, because I was too weak to drive my own.
"13.50." He tells me. I hand him fifteen and get out of the car, not bothering with change.
I give the nurse at the desk a nod and a weak smile, she gave me a small smile, with so much pity I chose not to care for it.
I opened up her door and looked at her, her body was paler and she was much more skinny, her tiny frame looking weak and fragile, like with one touch she would break.
I dragged the chair I always sat in over right next to her bed. I held her cold, pale blue hand, and began talking, about the same speech everyday, but a little different each time.
"I'm so damn sorry."
"I'm such I fucking idiot, and if I hadn't pushed you out the door, and had forgiven you for saying you didn't care, and told you that I had feelings for you, maybe we could've avoided this. And then you could hate me while living, and then you would be living your life, enjoying your senior year, enjoying your friendships and enjoying everything that was sot out for you. I'm sorry that I made you and everyone who loves you go through this. You should see all the flowers and cards in this room, it's like a beautiful greenhouse. And your the princess waiting for her prince to wake you up from your beautiful slumber."
It was shorter than my normal, but it'll have to do. I left her favorite flowers, purple irises, on her nightstand thingy and left. I imagine that when I get back, Chase is gonna try and force some food into me.
So mid as well buy some Miccy D's on the way there.
I ordered a kids meal with the toy, with was a transformer, and headed home.
I opened the door to my house where Chase was staying to keep an eye on me.
He stood in the doorway, "your here." He stated.
I rolled my eyes, "It is my house."
He eyed me skeptically and moved aside to let me in, "Well your never here so."
I held up the bad of McDonalds and wave it in his face, "I ate food on the way here so..." I trailed off as I put the full bag in the trash.
"Okay, well I'll see you later buddy." He said as he went back to the living room where I heard Casey laughing.
I sighed and went outside and back to her house.
I wish she was here.
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