𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, jack gilinsky ✓

t w e n t y - f o u r

Isobel ;

   I've been a wreck since Madison's visit. I keep hearing her voice, repeating those words in my head.

   "It's Johnson's."

   It was eating me apart, and Vanessa couldn't help. She stopped talking to me knowing I wouldn't answer, and I was okay with that.

   I couldn't speak, not at group, not with Sam, only with myself. The only words I could say to myself was how pathetic I was, and how I deserve to be in here.

   "It's Johnson's."

   I cried myself to sleep every night, because no one could help me. I only had two weeks left in this place, and I hoped Vanessa and I could leave this city.

   The familiar clicking noise rang in my ears, and the door opened. I knew it was Sam, but I didn't bother checking.

   "Izzy, you have a visitor."

   No, no, Madison, she can't be here, she needs to leave. My face was stained with tears, I couldn't show my face.

   "No visitors!"

   "It's not Madison."

   Shit.

   "Two minutes," I responded.

   Footsteps came in the room, and the door shut. I was curled in a ball under the covers, hoping to hide from everyone.

  A hand touched my back over the covers, and I turned my head behind me to see Johnson. My eyes squinted, maybe I was seeing things. I haven't eaten in three days. I refused.

   "Isobel."

   "Go away, I hate you!" I shouted.

   His mouth dropped in surprise, and sorrow. I didn't feel bad though, he shouldn't have made a child in Madison's body.

   "What, why?" He asked, "I got your letter."

   "You didn't answer or visit in a month since then," I said, "and you missed my birthday."

   "I know, I'm sorry," he started, " I hope it was good, I mean being in a mental hospital."

   That was enough, I needed to yell it all out. I threw the covers off me, and faced him on the other side of the bed.

   "My birthday was a bitch."

   Jack looked confused, so I tried clarifying, so he would remember. How could he not, Madison was pregnant with his child!

   "That was the day Madison confessed her pregnancy with you," I told him, almost being wallowed in tears.

   "What!" He yelled, "no, I like you!"

   My eyes turned dark with anger, and I couldn't take it anymore. I took the lamp on my nightstand, and threw it at the wall.

   "Bullshit!"

   I was finally breaking. This was the big boom, where I suffered and died more than I already have. I grabbed the clock, and flung it at Jack. He ducked, and it hit the ground by Vanessa's bed.

   She woke up from the noise, and saw us both. She bolted out of bed, and tried calming me down. I pushed her away, and anger raged me in me, but so did my depression.

   "I hate myself!" I shouted, pulling at my hair, tears steaming down.

   By now Sam, and another supervisor came in the room. The other supervisor took Jack, and pulled him out of the room. Sam came at me with a syringe, as I sank to the floor. It went in my arm, and black spots covered my vision.

   My arms came unhooked from around my knees, and I became weak. My eyes dropped low, and my head hit the floor in seconds.

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published: july 20, 2015 - 1:13am
edited: june 13, 2017 - 11:16pm

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