Internet Dorks

Chapter 12- Jasmine's world

Jasmine's P.O.V
Finally Alana managed to stutter what sounded a bit like hello. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Me, Dan and Phil were in so much shock but Phil actually saw it happen. He saw my best friend run straight in front of a moving car. I couldn't think properly. I had a million thoughts swirling round my head. Why did she do it? What made her run away from Phil? I suddenly burst out into tears, I couldn't take it anymore seeing my best friend like that. I turned away for a moment trying not to let anyone see or hear me. Dan noticed straight away.
" Hey, hey it's alright, she's going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine" Dan whispered pulling me into a hug.

"Yeah but what if it isn't? what if, what if..."

"well this is typical pessimist Jaz right now! look, even the doctors said that it's just the shock that makes her look worse. she's going to be fine" Dan reassured me.

We spent the rest of the day sat with Alana trying to take her mind off things. I couldn't get the image of her being hit out of my head. The screech of the car tires, the sound of it hitting her. I couldn't bear it. She had been my best and only friend for 6 years. I had no one in high school, my life was miserable until I met Lana. I don't know what I'd do without her. I couldn't do anything without her.

Dan's P.O.V

Jasmine was a mess. She didn't look alive. She was freezing and so tired that her eyes were hardly open but she insisted on staying here with Lana. Phil and Alana wanted a moment alone so me and Jaz went outside for a bit.

"Are sure you don't want tea or a hot chocolate or something? You need to eat something. A sandwich maybe or..." I was cut off.

"No," She snapped turning to face me. "I don't want anything I said I'm fine!" She was shouting by this time. A few faces turned to look at us.

As soon as she said it I could see it in her eyes that she instantly regret it.

"I'm so sorry Dan, I just snapped. I'm so sorry I'm just so worried and I wish this never happened!" She spoke quieter now, reaching out to me. I told her it was fine but that she really should eat. She promised she'd eat something later but I doubt that very much. She promised though, and Jaz never breaks her promises.

Jasmine's P.O.V

I hate Tuesdays. They just have no purpose but to annoy me. Like Monday is the start of a new week, a new start. Wednesday is the middle of the week reminding you that the end is near. Thursday eases you into Friday. And Friday is the greatest day of all, it starts the weekend. Saturday is just Saturday and Sunday prepares you for the next week. Tuesday has no purpose. But I suppose you have to have bad days to have good. Today's Tuesday. And today's events are purposeless, just like Tuesday. I don't believe in the saying 'It is what it is' Because the world doesn't just come to you. You decide what it is. You decide if you can make good of things or just let it be what it inevitably is. A Twenty One Pilots quote is ' twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes' To me it means that life is what you make it. You change something you don't like to what you want. Don't just let things come to you and go.

Dan's P.O.V

Jasmine isn't well. She's taken everything worse than everyone else. It's like she's not here, it's like she's someone else. She is someone else. Alana is so much better now, the doctors say she could be out in a week or two. But it's like Jasmine's not listening. She has this notebook with her that she's always writing in when she's listening to her music. This morning while she went to the toilet she left her notebook on the table. I felt so bad for looking but I just had to. I needed to see what was going on in her mind. It was full of quotes, thoughts and just random crap. But it wasn't crap. It was random. But not crap. I never knew how, how beautiful her thoughts were. It was like looking through her head. Reading her mind. The thoughts she had were so random but beautiful, so clever and articulate. I wanted to read more but I felt like I was invading her privacy. That notebook was like her own different world where she could say and do whatever she wanted. Sometimes I just wish she's open up to me. But that's just Jasmine. Secretive, mysterious, wild headed and beautiful. And that's what I love about her. I love her....