him.

Chuck E. Cheese

I hear commotion coming in through the door. The voice I recognize as Jackson's doctor, orders drugs be put in him after shocking him. My eyes are still closed. I don't want to see what's in front of me. But I have to eventually, and I do when he is rolled out of the room.

Did Jackson just die?

No. Cancel that. That is so terrible for me to think. The word makes me shudder in horror. I really don't want to talk, yet I force myself to call his parents.

"Angeline?" My voice shaky "Something happened and they took Jackson some where, but everything is okay, I hope"

"Ok mama, thank you so much for being there. Better hearing it from you than a doctor" her words reassure me. I think of her as my second mother. With everything she has done for me in this life of mine is more than I can repay. I love her, along with the rest of the Torres family.

In 15 minutes, the doctor walks in with Jackson's mom and dad following. There's silence in the room along with curious tension. Can't they just tell us already!?

"During the crash," the doctor starts as if reading my mind. "Pressure seemed to be placed over his chest with a brut amount of force. We seemed to have missed the the break of an end of one of his ribs, which has now seem to pierce the aorta. We are so-"

"A broken bone!?" I cut her off. "You missed a broken bone? Is that not the job of this hospital? To find out what's wrong with a patient? I'm sure you ran scans and tests but you still seemed to miss a broken bone." I chuckle.

"Yes. But it was a minor fracture."

Before she can start her next sentence I interrupt her, again. "No buts, 'cause now he may be dying." Heading out the door I turn to say one last word. "I hope you do a good damn job. It's my best friend you'll be cutting." I turn to a hall facing me from the sudden outburst. I scowl at them and head out. I have go some where, any where.

So right now I'm at Chuck E. Cheeses, with a handful of tokens. It's no meadow or roof top like in the books I've read but it's my place. It's the place where I came to for all of freshmen year. Where Jackson took me on our first day of school and got me a gum ball machine. We said that we would share it but it never left my room.

Before this I had gone to the Italian restraunt where Jackson and I shared a 'Lady and the Tramp'  moment, sharing a spaghetti and couldn't stop laughing at each others faces when we were so close to each other. And the car dealer ship, where we both got our first cars together and raced all the way home.

Standing in front of the game I was going to play before zoning out, a hand is placed on my shoulder. I freak out and turn around in a second. Before I punch the guy who startled me, my eyes soften when I realized who it was.

"Who knew I would find you here?" Jonathan says in the sweetest and calming voice.

"Oh, hi." I stare at him confused. Why him out of all people have to show up? As if it's bad enough that my bestfriend is in the hospital. Now back to where it all began. Great.

"Wow, thanks." I hear him say in a sarcastic tone.

"Wha-what? Was I thinking out loud? Oh my god I'm so sorry. I've been out of place for a bit now. I don't even recognize myself. To think I was going to punch you." He lets out a small laugh.

"Want to talk?" I nod, relieved someone cares as how I might be feeling.

We sit at a booth with soft drinks and a pizza. Jonathan was here for is nieces sixth birthday party. I'm glad he was cause I just need to vent out. And for some reason I feel comfortable and open with him.

"How'd you get that black eye?" I ask plainly. He gives me a look saying 'really?'. And that's when I remember that he got punched.

"Oh right" my cheeks go red from embarrassment.

I tell him that Jackson didn't like that he kissed me, or anyone, and got kinda mad and punched him. Leaving out the part of him getting drunk and kissing me, not even being mad but jealous. That the accident has made me feel different, yelling at a doctor and almost hurting someone.

"You're just impatient with Jackson's healing time and just need to get some anger out." Jonathan advises me, as if he's done this before. He clearly has 'cause his eyes change to a state of sadness.

"What's their name?" I blurt out. He looks up, unexpected that I would say that and find out.

"Isabelle" he sighs. "My sister. She was maybe two weeks old, premature. I mean I barely knew her and I was only eleven. I still knew I loved her. I can't just not love her. She was going to be my sister that I would watch over and protect from all danger. But I never got that chance."

I grab his hands and we just look at each other. I understand his pain and he understands mine. And we just eat pizza and drink coke. Until he breaks the peacful silence,

"Let's go smash stuff!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~hi people.♡
so i know it's kinda far in for an authors note but fuck it.
this was a whatever story I was writing for fun and this part might be the best cause it's like towards the readers and yea.
thanks to people that actually took the time to read this.

xoxo,
     Sophie ;*