This is life.

90 ➤ Promises

A/N: I got a tattoo today on the side of my right thigh omfg it hurt like hell! I've attached a pic so you guys can see it, yeah it's pretty small haha (5cmx5cm) but its my first tattoo so it's good to build up for the bigger tattoos I plan to get in the future you know? Its meant to mean that my friends and family are the thorn vines that protect my heart from being hurt, and it also means that my heart is hard to reach 😝 in case you didn't know yes I just recently turned 17, a friend who's my age is an aspiring tattoo artist and I paid him to do this for me, it may be illegal but I have no regrets! Tattoos should always be for life! My advice about avoiding feeling regretful or embarrassed is to be committed with the tattoo before even getting it, that's how you know that your ready (I've been wanting a tattoo for about a year now so I had the time that I needed to mentally prepare myself for something that's going to be on me for the rest of my life.) Comment whether or not you have a tattoo! I'd love to know x
Disclaimer: this chapter is a bit of a shit chapter

Jason Cosmos+
My eyes begin to hurt after looking at a screen for a few hours. I should probably get some rest seeing as it's almost 2am, as usual I need to get up early. If I can go to bed in the next ten minutes I can get a little over four hours of sleep. The very thought has me relieved.

I send the final email of the day to notify a stockholder of tomorrow's board meeting that is to commence in the morning to discuss the expected process and progress of launching the manufacturing plan to further expand and broaden the target market of my business. This move I intend to make is one of my largest and so these last-minute planned meetings are all necessary so that my team is aware of my expectations.

I crack my neck as I turn off my computer, a second passes before my phone on the desk by my hand rings loudly. I take note that the caller I.D is Britney, and so I smile to myself as I answer her call. I assume that she can't sleep and wants to talk to me, which I find so endearing of her. "Hi, what's wrong? You don't usually call me this late." "Jason it's Dan. I heard yelling coming from Britney's apartment and so I went across the hall and- oh god you really need to be here right now." The distraught male voice did nothing but confuse me. "I beg your pardon? I'm sorry, who is this again?" "You've got to be kidding me. It's Dan, I'm in 8D! The apartment right across the hall from Britney? What the hell how do you not know me? You sleep over at least every week- you know what, it's not important. You need to come over right now Britney needs you." He tells me. "Is everything okay?" "No! Obviously not! She almost- you know what, she's being taken to the hospital-" "Why on earth does she need to go to the hospital? Why do you have her phone?!" My emotions are sent into overdrive as I stand up from my chair and I immediately put on my jacket. "Because she was hurt, Jason. If I didn't come in she would have died." "What the hell happened?!" I demand answers, my heart is racing and my hands begin to shake in anxiety.

I think a panic attack may me on the verge of occurring. I love Britney very much, she has suffered so much agony and complication in her life. What else could've possibly happened to her now? I feel as if I would be better off dead right now just to be spared of anymore pain.

"Jason the paramedic wants me to come along with them on the ambulance ride because they need to get her to the hospital. I have to go so I'll meet you there." "Wait no! Put Britney on, is she okay?!" I'm desperate to talk to her, I need reassurance that she's okay. She must be. "She's breathing now but she's unconscious so she can't talk right now. Just, come to Mercy hospital. I'll meet you there." He doesn't give me a chance to ask him anything else but I quite literally lose all thoughts on my mind as I take a set of keys and run out of my penthouse and go down into the allocated parking areas of the residents of the building. I only have a black Range Rover here, the rest of my cars are in a private location because I'm usually driven, but I'm glad I decided to keep at least one car in case I needed it, which I do. This is an emergency. I pray to God that she is alright.