𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 ²

12| 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

i was walking to the cafe with jack. we got our food and sat down at this little cute table.

"remember when we were teenagers?" jack said, "oh my, yes!" i said laughing.

"we're like soulmates!" i said, we both laughed.

maybe we are.

"you know, i'm not that sad over charlie and leo's death. i mean a little bit, but their happy." i said, it sounded wrong. i know, but it was true.

"how do you know that?" jack said reaching over the table to hold my hand.

"i saw something when i was in that coma, i swear." i tried to say without making it sound weird.

he laughed, "your bull$h!tting me right now." he said in a angry tone?

"no i'm not!" i argued with him.

"you know what, i'm done! with your little fantasies and all that!" he yelled and slammed the money on the table for the food, and ran out of the hospital.

i didn't even say anything. i didn't even chase after him.

i felt like sitting there drowning in my tears, but i wasn't crying at all. i couldn't, i used all them already.

i tried calling him, he blocked me. i was picking at my jeans wondering what to do.

i went to my hospital room, and got everything and left.

i cursed to myself, i didn't have a car. i was in philadelphia too. i decided to call an uber, and payed for the ride on my phone. i went inside my house.

i ran into my room, and sat in my bed.

it was hours that turned into weeks i was in my room.

i only ever went to get food when no one was home.

the doctor gave me medicine at the hospital, but i didn't take it. medicine is only for the hurt ones.

i was thinking one thing i could do.

revenge.