One Hundred Sleepless Nights [A Jaime Preciado and Pierce The Veil FanFic]

Please Stay

I woke up naked, laid in the memories of last night. Fluttering my eyes open, my vision went from blurry to straight. For some reason, it felt like I was alone. I turned around to see the whole other side of my bed was empty, I was stunned. My face dropped and my heart sank. I felt myself depressingly frowning. I pull my heavy, sore body up to an upright position and peered around the room. Nope nothing. I imminently grab the blanket that sat on the edge of my bed and wrapped it around me as I got up. I scattered about the room looking for clues, It was like he was never here. Tucked underneath my dresser left his underwear peering out. Would he leave without his underwear? Maybe he's still here?

Opening the brass door nob and leaving the bedroom area, I enter the living area. No noise and most of all no sign of him. 

"Jaime?" I say softly, but I knew he wasn't here. All energy was ripped out of me, leaving me pressed up against the wall. All I have now is a souvenir, his underwear. Wasn't the best reminder of him. I told you. The dominating voice inside of my head, told me. It was right, anxiety told me first time that he was a player. I didn't believe it because I didn't want to, I wanted to think different. 

I pull myself off the wall and charge back into the bed room, slamming the door behind me, emotions changed to anger and I was rarely angry. Walking into my closet, I picked up some clothes for the day, included shorts, underwear and a loose top that showed a little of my belly off. After throwing them on quickly in a rage, I pulled my hair up on top of my head and secured it with an elastic. 

Looking into the mirror, I see her. My 16 year old self. Traumatised, by the recent events, broken down and beaten up. Amelia had passed on, my sister moved out leaving just me and my broken mother and father. Nothing was right. Those emotions I felt then, I feel now. I'm making myself sad, it's what I was best at, feeling pain. Uncontrollably, tears stream from my face, making me feel worthless. It was just a one night stand. The voice carried on to torture me. I told him things, he listened to me and now i'm back to square one, been messed around my people.

I walk out back into the living area. Lifeless steps and wiping away tears, I find my purse that had been thrown on the ground last night. I bend down and sit on the floor next to it. Opening it I find my phone... No messages, no calls.... No nothing. Was I really that worthless, to be tret like this? 

I sit here feeling sorry for myself. Then I realise I have stuff to do. I have come a long way since Amelia... I'm a bigger person and I need to live my life. So i decide to go and talk to someone, preferably Sammie right now. So I text her

'Hey, i'm on a downer can I talk to you? x'