Waiting outside the lines

Chapter 12

I look closer at where Jake was a few minutes ago and realize that the stuff was gone too! He didn't leave the fabric or the staple thing! I start breathing hard and get really scared. I go the the door and its a little open. I close it and lock all the locks. I walk around, seeing if he's still here and it's all a trick but don't see anything until I get to the dining room. I see something on the table and then get closer. I see words written on it with... Blood? That's what it looks like. I almost scream but then remember my brother and Wayne are upstairs. I read it and it says,"I guess this plan didn't work. But lucky for me I made up another plan just in case. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this plan as much as I did. See ya later little girl." And on the bottom it said '-Jake'
What in the world! What is wrong with this guy?
I start breathing harder and feel my anxieties and bad thoughts kick in. I try to ignore it but my mind won't let me. It keeps yelling all the horrible possibilities. 'HIS PLAN IS TO KILL YOUR BROTHER!', 'HE'S GOING TO GET WAYNE!'. I feel tears start to well up in my throat but swallow hard to keep them away. I go upstairs and start looking to see if he's here but go to my brothers room first. I see him sleeping peacefully, with a smile on his cute little face. All my anxieties and bad thoughts start to go away.
I go back downstairs, after I checked every possible place Jake could be, and start cleaning up. I first check where the vase fell and see the pieces are gone too. Why would he take all the little pieces of glass with him?? I get scared again but try not to pay attention to my fear. I get cleaning supplies and start cleaning the blood off of the floor where Jake was and then clean the blood off of the table. I didn't know what else to do so I just went to the bathroom (the downstairs one cause Wayne was still in my room) and start cleaning my self up. I take off my ripped pajamas and see I have cuts on my skin. One on my stomach, another on my neck, and red imprints of Jake's hands on my arms where he grabbed me hard. The ones on my stomach and neck were bleeding. But it didn't make sense because I didn't see or feel him cut me. How is that possible? And then I realize why.
I clean up my cuts and as I do I think of Wayne. What was he doing? Why didn't he go out and look to see if I was okay? Even if he didn't hear anything I was taking a long time. How could he not think that maybe something was wrong. But then I realize he probably fell asleep. But my brother was asleep and he heard something and woke up. I get angry and accidentally push too hard on my cut. It starts bleeding more. I try to forget that I'm angry because I realize it isn't helping me just hurting me.
The cut is bleeding a lot so I have to wrap something around my stomach so the blood won't go everywhere. I decide I'll keep my stomach wrapped for tonight then see if its better tomorrow. My neck cut is easier to take care of and I'm done cleaning it up in less than five minutes. But no matter what I did with the marks on my arms, you could still see it. I thought maybe I could just wear a long sleeve pajama shirt but all of them are in my room. I decided I'll think of something later. Finally when I'm done cleaning myself up, I check if the door is locked, again. Then I lock all the windows, upstairs and down, and feel a little better. But not that much better because I knew tomorrow my brother would have to go to school and I'd be to worrying about him all day. And then I'd have to take care of Wayne (and myself too).
Then I think about how Wayne will have to go home sooner or later and when he does Jake will probably hurt him again. Or even worse. I feel tears in my throat again but can't swallow them down. I know everyone's asleep and can't see me crying, but I run to the bathroom and start crying. I sit on the floor and put my knees up to my chest and pull them close to me.
I don't like crying. I've cried enough tears to last me a life time when I was younger. Now whenever I cry my chest hurts and that didn't happen to me when I was younger. I always tell myself it's because my body is having a hard time crying because I've already used up all my cries. Sounds stupid but I say that because I don't know the real reason and I just want an excuse for it. So I thought of that.
After I calm down a little, I get a little tired and go to my room. Then I think of how I need to hide my arms. Wayne is probably asleep but I need to hide them just in case. Then I think of something and look for a blanket to cover myself. Then, when I get in, I can grab a long sleeve shirt and change. I open the door quietly and see Wayne's asleep. I quietly get a long sleeve shirt from my drawer and go to the bathroom and change. I look at the cut on my stomach and see its still bleeding pretty bad. I unwrap the cloth I put on it before and clean it up. Then I put a fresh cloth on it.
When I'm done I go back out and put a blanket on Wayne. He looked so cute when he slept. I couldn't understand how he could be the brother of that thing.
I try to forget about Jake and get into bed. I try to sleep but can't. So I just stay up and look at the ceiling. I start thinking about Jake and get scared so I try to think about Wayne and how amazingly nice and funny he is. And how happy I am that he's my friend.