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sweater and hoodies

No no no..this cant be happening.! Wake up wake up! Please let this be a nightmare...

"Jake please.! Awnser me.!" I called to him. But there was no awnser.

"Oh how sad...the couple has been ruined. As if I gave a single shit." Jack smiled. He started laughing hysterically. I whimpered. The person who protected and loved me..was gone...Jack walked over to me and grabbed me by my neck. Snickering, I was pissed yet sad.

I will not fail. You protected me. And I will show you that you taught me well...

"YOU BASTARD!" I screamed aloud. Jack growled at me.  I kicked him in the right spot [😨🤬]. He dropped me. I ran past him and took the knifes from Jake's hands..
"Thank you..thank you jake..for everything.." I weeped. I turned back at Jack.
"Gh..tsk..playing rough now huh?~" He giggled but had a soft hiss in pain.

I growled as Jack charged at me. I punched in the stomach before stabbing him in the shoulder. Now he was really pissed. He grabbed me and threw be at a window. I guess he wished it was that easy. Though the window was now cracked. But then I had a idea.

When I was once 3, I screamed so loud, someone called police. Could it work again?

I scream to the top of my lungs. Jack covered his ears. He was sensitive. I had 2 advantages. I screamed again but this time it was cut off by him. He held up his knife and scared my right eye. Now....I had a disadvantage. Things were about to get real bad..I'm not used to fighting while being half blind. I hit him in the stomach with my elbow. Now he took short breaths. I darted from his arms and to the other side of the room. Growling. He held up the tranqlizer. I. Refused. To be touched. By that horrid machine. I dodge every single on I could. But I got hit by one. Which made me even dizzy than I was before because of the smell of achohol. I had second vision.

The door had broke down, and there was faded yelling, screaming, and shooting.

I fell to the ground.

I wake up in a white, clean, bright room. An asylum.? No no...I don't have issues like that. It smelled like a doctors office. It didn't bother me though. I was fine with it. I kinda liked it.

"Hh..h-..ho-hospital..?" I mumbled.

Indeed it was. It's been awhile since I've been here..but I don't wanna be here... it gives me nostalgia. Since when it was my first time here, Jake was there to care for me...but now he..he's gone..I started Weeping again. He was gone...why am I till alive..? I can't defend myself in every situation...he was there..he cared..he protected..he loved..he promised..[💍]

A few days after I am able to leave I go back to the home. Jack was officially dead. No worries about him now. The house was a mess and was torn. I had no money to fix everything. So I just cleaned up. If it was broken, trash. If it was cracked, left it alone. If it was dented, also left it alone.

After I was done cleaning the house, it was mostly empty. I found the mushroom locket Jake gave me. And I found all of his Hoodies and sweaters. I put on the locket and put on one of his sweaters. It was big on me but I didn't care. It smelled just like him. I softly chewed on a Hoodie string...

...

My eyes started watering..I miss him...
Does it hurt this much when you lose someone.?
Is this normal to hurt this much.?

I whimpered and layer in bed. For that night. I had sobbed. And went to bed, with a headache dancing in me.