lethal cure | javon walton

fifty six

harlee's pov:
friday night; 1:00am

my chest breathed up and down steadily, hardly moving in slow motions. my eyes stayed open to look up at the ceiling, but it was close to being pitch dark—almost impossible to make anything out.

my bedroom was absolutely motionless. silent, and it felt as if it were empty. just me and my thoughts.

the continuous thought that I am leaving everyone that I have grown up with here, everyone that I've met, and my home town has been stopping me from falling asleep.

apart of me feels like there's still something I have to do, or like there is unfinished business here.

I don't know what it is, but it's just bothering me.

maybe it's the fact that jaden and I resolved everything and the thought of going about life as if javon and I never dated.

or maybe it's that I'm worried about dj's health. not seeing him these past few weeks has just left me hanging.

or maybe it's just me overthinking everything.

maybe I haven't gotten all of my emotions out and that's why I still feel so stuck and in constant pain.

my phone vibrated on my pilllow, causing me to jump slightly from the sudden noise. my room lit up a tint of light blue from my lock screen being on.

I squinted my eyes, not liking the sudden light being on in my room. my body rolled over onto my hip as I took my phone off of the pillow and into my hands.

letting my eyes adjust, I looked at the notification that had popped up on the screen.

unknown: I've looked out for you more than anyone else

everything inside me felt like it had been put onto pause, even my heart. my eyes read over the text repeatedly, feeling the rate of my heart stay the same except it was pounding, not beating.

javon.

it has to be.

there's absolutely no way that it's not him.

like ethan said at the restaurant, javon has been mocking me for a reason. he stares at me in the halls. he stopped me before I left yesterday.

all of the other texts would make sense if he were the one sending them.

it has to be him.

or maybe I just want it to be him.

the more my mind began to reminisce on everything, I could slowly begin to feel a feeling of sadness build up inside me.

javon and I broke up three weeks ago and it keeps getting dragged on day after day. it has affected our entire group, everything's changed.

the constant weight has been pushed down on my chest for too long, and it's hurting me so bad mentally and emotionally.

even just having the slightest bit of hope that javon was the one who sent that text, I know I need to talk to him.