adventures of Jackson

Blue Neighborhood

Jackson's point of view
It was a casual morning. Even though things with me and Jenna took another step forward, everything just stayed normal. My face was buried in a coffee cup and my hair was sticking up and down in all sorts of directions. Jenna slid through the doorway energetically saying "good morning" in a sing-song sort of voice. She walked up to me leaning in until our noses touched. I was going in for another kiss when Tyler started making a ruckus in the living room. We had an awkward long moment of stupidly looking at each other before she left to see the problem. She seemed to be fully engaged in Tyler's attention so I just sat on the couch until she was finished.
"Sorry about that," she said embarrassed.
"No don't worry about it," I tried to say without having the conversation become a small talk.
"So do you want to do anything today."
She didn't answer immediately, why wasn't she answering??! Did I mess things up?
"Um.." yes keep going.., "I was thinking of visiting Sam today, I know he has weekends off and I just want to see him. at least one last time."
"Oh yeah that's fine, I understand." I didn't. He yelled at her! He mistreated her this whole time. He never deserved Jenna, and frankly, I don't see how I could have ever liked him.

I took a walk to let my mind off of Sam and Jenna. Just hearing those names together made me infuriated. Jenna should've been with me, not Sam. As I complained about Sam and Jenna, I saw someone with a familiar face. Hazel eyes, blonde hair, and freckles.
Oh my gosh, it was Emily. Emily as in the girl from Mrs. Hodgets class. Emily as in one of the politicians running for Supreme Leader. I remember seeing her a few days ago and wanting to ask her how she ended up here. I guess now was my chance.
I walked up to the bench she was sitting at, and she quickly shifted away from me not looking up to see who I was. Emily suddenly shot her head up and I could see the spark in her hazel eyes. She still remembered me.
"You're Emily, right?" I looked up at her and saw her nod.
"You're Jackson, right?" She said with a smile. I let out a little laugh and nodded too.
"I don't want to intrude with what you were doing, but how did you end up here?" I thought she would've been a little uncomfortable with someone asking her how she died, but she was perfectly open to the concept and went on to explain.
"Well, once I graduated high school, I was holding up all these feelings I had trapped inside me. I had anxiety, depression, panic attacks, and I would always focus on my appearance and how others viewed me." I could relate. I didn't know she felt this way, I wish I could've helped. She let out a sigh, then kept on explaining. "I didn't know how to express these emotions. So what I did was hold them all in until I couldn't handle it. After high school I was going to Harvard collage. My whole family was excited, except me. I thought Harvard would be something that would get my mind off of all these feelings stuck inside me, but instead, it got worse. All the homework made me stress out and everything was falling out of place. It was all too much for me to clean up."
I knew the bad part was right around the corner because i started to see her tears start to swell up on her waterline.
"Then finally, after 4 weeks into collage, I committed suicide. I let all the pain go. I was free. Or so I thought. I wish I could've stayed on earth longer, because I know everything gets better. I never realized I had a future full of opportunities that could've made life well worth living, but I know now... which it's a little too late for." Emily finally finished, and tears came pouring out of her eyes like a faucet.
I didn't know what to do, so I just hugged her. She accepted the hug, and buried her face into my chest. I could feel jolts of vibrations and she inhaled, taking long deep breaths. My shirt started to cling to me since the tears found their way to the fabric. All she needed was support and someone to cry on.
"It's ok. You're free right here, right now," I said to her. She pulled out of the hug and wiped her tears. "Thank you for listening to me," she said.
20 minutes later Emily and I were laughing away and having a good time talking. But then, the devil himself came walking down the street with the girl I liked.