Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter Five

"Here, pizza. Have you ever had pizza?" Jayy asked as he sat across from me on his bed. I leaned my head against his head bored and shook my head.

"Can you try, for me?" He nudged at the box. I closed my eyes and thought.

Do I want to eat that? Do I really want to eat again after what happened? Do I still like food? Do I still need food?

I could hear a tiny whisper, "please?" I nodded my head at Jazz. I tiny bite won't hurt. I sat up and looked into his eyes. I then slid the box closer to me and took out a slice. Here goes nothing I guess.

I brought the piece of food up to my mouth and took a small bite. I chewed slowly then swallowed. No. No. No no no. I put the piece of pizza back and covered my mouth with both of my hands. Oh no.

I got up and rushed across the room to the restroom. Quickly, I leaned my head over the toilet seat and vomited. I could feel Jazz's presence in the room to I quickly flushed the toilet and washed out my mouth at the sink.

"I'm sorry." He looked down at the floor. I shook my head at him, he shouldn't be sorry, it was my decision. I pushed him back and went to go sit on the bed again.

"Hmm, oh! Let me show you something!" Jazz's eyes lightened up and he grabbed my hand, pulling me along with him as we went down stairs. "I think you might like this..." He opened a door near the back of the house on the first floor.

"This is my basement, aka Jazzy's music land." He flipped on the light switch as we walked down the stairs. Woah. Guitars lined the walls, acrostic to electric. Drum sets sat in the corners, pianos against a wall under the stairs, trumpets and trombones lined on stands by another wall, and microphones in a little jumble in the center of the room. There was another door which I am pretty sure held amps and other instruments.

I stood there, shocked as my mouth hung open.

"I know. Too much? I plan on opening a music store of my own someday." Jazz walked around the room without care, then suddenly he stopped to look at a dark hole in one, surprising empty, corner.

"Dude, did mum put you down here again?" He asked the dark corner. Is he ok? Who is he talking to. I was granted an answer when I heard a low bark. Dog. A massive Great Mastiff leaped out of the corner to show himself. He had a chain around him that apparently held him down. He wagged his tail as he saw me and Jazz.

"This is Dude, my dog. Don't worry he's friendly if he sees me with a person. If he sees a stranger I am never with he will be your worst nightmare but he's ok." He named his dog Dude? I love this dog already. Jazz walked over and unclipped his chain from his chain collar.

The mastiff ran at me and tackled me to the ground, smothering my face with his tongue.

"Sorry about that, just be grateful he likes you though." Jazz chuckled as he pulled Dude off of me.

"Want to look around? You can play and of the instruments if you can."

I looked right at the guitar.