Jessica's P.O.V.
I'm laying on my back in a room that smells like diapers. Not used ones, the fresh out of the box kind. My body feels like it's on fire and I want to cry. The woman- I couldn't catch her name- called my mom a few minutes ago. No answer. "Cancer." I hear that one word to my left. Turning my head I focus my attention on this sad eyed boy.
Chase's P.O.V.
I wanted to die. Looking at her- no, Jessica, that's what the nurse said- made me think of Gerard Way, which made me think of MCR, which made me think of that song, which made me say that out loud. My heart was racing loud in my ears as she spoke. "I love that song." The hint of a smile in her voice. I unexpectedly snort in response, causing her to tilt her head back a bit and giggle at me.
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Benighted
Short Story~~ A girl engulfed in the darkness of her own mind ~~ -- A boy caged in the pain encasing his heart -- // Their worst fear was falling in love // {chapters will be short, but will try to update frequently}
