The Truth About Nora Jones

The accident

We must talk. I text Jules after class

I see that he read my message, but he didn't respond to it. I hope that he won't be leaving me on read...My phone buzzes again as I walk to my locker. I ignore the message, since I know, we were going to meet up eventually. I'm so angry with Jules! He,s been ignoring me all day, leaving me on read! Our relationship wasn't so good since then, and let's say I'm not so proud of it.

I hope he's not losing feelings. I thought it could have been different than with Dylan, but it looks like it'll be around the same. But I'm willing to give him a chance, whatever it takes.

Putting on my coat as I walk to my house, I can't help but overthink it. Cheating wouldn't be his kind of thing he would do. I guess I'll have to figure it out eventually, I'm just suspicious of him.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't, but I have my reasons! We've been cheesy for a week with the relationship, and since the Christmas show was done, he never really cared or talk.

At some point, I never know what's happening in his mind, his life. Did someone he genuinely cared about died? I have no idea, but I wish he would tell me if it was the case. I thought Jules was the caring type, but maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe I should be the one caring more about him. Didn't I care enough for him? Well, I thought I did. I'm simply scared I'm not good enough. My self-esteem always has been affected by the idea of me being the problem.

Well, most of the time, I was the problem. Let's just say I've been having difficulty trusting people after Dylan, plus the death of a loved one didn't help my case.

My dad once proposed to me to buy a domestic animal, but I refused. I knew that it would die eventually, and I wouldn't want to be broken. Again. I'm getting used to that feeling.

Marching down the streets, avoiding the cars, the wintry weather doesn't disturb me. February is pretty known to be one of the coldest months in winter in Canada. I enter my house, my toes feeling numb as I close the door behind me.

I'm home...I claim sheepishly, hooking up my coat as i watch around the living room

My father looks over with a wide smile, watching me as I pick up some snacks. He seems happier than he used to when he relocated here. It's been about 5 months, but I still haven't gotten used to it completely. I'm not even surprised when my grandmother comes in, her arms wide open in front of her.

Had an enjoyable day, Nor-Nor? I'm sorry you had to endure the freezing weather out there, but you're lucky to live close to the school! Comments Denise

I smile at her and nod, not passing any comment on the situation. My grandfather comes in as well, tiredly walking in my direction with a cheeky grin and a folded back. It breaks my heart to see how time flies by for them. Marc still manages to hug me slightly, but he pulls away, out of breath.

The evening passes without problems, as I finish my homeworks quickly. At about 9pm, as I just get out of the shower, my phone buzzes with the urgent ringtone. Urgent message received...My heart sinks; it is from Jules!

I nervously pick it up, not caring if anybody sees me in that state. Taking a deep breath, I click on the text application, click on Jule's icon and wait for it to load. Time goes by slowly, as I cross my fingers in anticipation.

I finally get the guts to look at the message, just to see:

⚠️Nora, come to the hospital the fastest you can, I beg you!