The Pulse Of Twilight

Chapter 2

Jacob POV:
I just don't understand. Why would Tiffany react that way? I thought she still had feelings for me. I had begged her to come out of the bathroom but she just would whimper back, 'Please just leave me alone.' She even locked the door so I could not check on her. When her parents called down to tell her they were leaving, she slowly opened the door and didn't even say good bye.
I screwed up my changes. She'll never talk to me. I'm a fucking idiot.
Furious with myself, I slammed my head against the wall and pounded my fists along with it. I stared at the spot of the wall where everything happened. I walked over to be bed and crawled under the covers.
'Your such an idiot. Ask her out, then do that.' I thought to myself. I turned over, turned off the light and started to cry softly into my pillow.

Tiffany's POV:
I was sitting in the back seat of the car, looking out the window, rethinking tonight's events. The pills were making me feel rather nauseous. I laid my head down on the seat. I felt terrible. No matter what position I sat in, the edging pain would not subside.
Finally it got to me and I just passed out.
What felt like two minutes later, I felt someone shaking my shoulder awake and calling, "Tiffany? Tiffany, wake up. Tiff."
It was my mom shaking me awake.
"Mm? What is it?"
"We're home. You fell asleep."
"Oh. Okay."
I unbuckled my seatbelt and got up. My phone had fallen out of my hand while I was sleeping and now laid on the car floor, full of dirt.
I picked it up and rubbed it clean on my shirt.
I went straight into my room, closing the door behind me. Placing my phone on the dresser, I flopped into bed, not bothering to change my clothes. My head was swaying, I wasn't sure if it was from the drugs or the sickening memory that played over in my mind millions of times over.
I decided to turn the television on. I flipped through the channels till I saw Open Heart was on.
The show was not helping. It was not distracting me as I hoped it would. My light was off and only the light from the TV filled the room.
'I just can't take it anymore. I just can't.' I thought. Why is the only question I have at the moment. Why did Jacob do this, why did he think it was smart? He was messing with my head, like a little worm squirming its way in and out of my mind. Never fully leaving my mind. Kind of fading in and out. I turned my head over on my pillow and I started to tear.
I squinted my eyes to hold back the tears, but more just squeezed through my closed eyelids. Nothing would be okay again.
I fell asleep that way, crying.

I woke in the morning to the sound of my phone buzzing. It happened to be Jacob.
I ignored it. He was the last person I needed in my life at the moment.