Drugs, Sex, & Suicide

Chapter 11

Is It The End Of Jayy? Keep Reading To Find Out?! 

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"Jayy? What's wrong are you okay?!" He panicked.

"Oh, hey Alex. Umm, i'm fine." I said as I sucked up the tears.

"No you're not. What happened?" He said back.

"Nothing just going through a lot of stuff right now, that's all." I said honestly.

"Well you know what?" He said.

I looked into his dark brown almost black eyes. "What?" I said back; us still glued to each others eyes.

"I'm going to be here through it all." He said with a bright smile as he sat down. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know." I said slowly as tears started rolling again.

"No, its fine. Don't cry." He said as he pulled me closer. "You can stay with me."

"No, its fine. I swear Alex." I said back.

"Well if your not leaving, I'm not either." He caramel face displayed a serious look. 

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The whole way to his house, with his hand on mine; I cried. Wanting to get somewhere with privacy so I could start cutting again...

As we pulled up to his nice size house he looked at me.

"Jayy, you're beautiful. And a beautiful girl like you shouldn't be crying like this, over anything. Now when we get in here you are going to tell me whats wrong with you, because it hurts me to see you cry like this." He said sweetly as he kissed my forehead.

But to myself I thought: Oh. He only wants one thing. He just met me and he's being so nice to me, so basically I know what he's trying to do.

He went inside and told me he was running to the bathroom.

"Okay." I reply. As he stepped into the bathroom, I pulled out my pocket knife and thought about everything I'd went through. I just started dragging it across my wrist; deeper with every cut.

"JAYY!" Alex yelled, as he swatted the knife out of my hand.

"I'm sorry!" I yelled. "I'm sorry!" I tried to speed walk out the door.

"Where are you going Jayy?" He asked as everything faded away.

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I woke up in a comfortable bed, with my wrist wrapped up. I cracked my eyes, to see him taking off a bloody shirt. He walked up to the mirror that was right beside the me in the bed and looked at himself. I stared at his built body, without him seeing me. As my eyes traveled, I noticed scars on his stomach.

Slowly, I raised from the bed and wrapped my arms around his perfectly chizzled body, grazing his scars. He jumped at the touch of my hands on his cold body.

"What happen?" I said looking in the mirror at my face that had been cleaned, but pointing at his scars.

"The same thing that happen here." He said as he lifted up my arm. Quickly, I snatched it away from him and sat back. "I used to do the same thing Nia. That's why I know where your coming from." He dragged out slowly.

I could tell he was serious because he called me by my first name. I sat there for a while. Silent.

"Thank you." I said humbly.

"No need." He said not making eye contact with me.

"I'm sorry." I said as he put on a shirt. But he didn't respond. "I know I'm really flawed but..."

"No, your real. People have problems, I understand. I'm not mad." (But I could tell he was.) "But anyway tell me why you're so upset." He said kind of sadly.

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"So you have a twin?" He reassured.

"Yep." I replied. "And I just met her."

"I feel like I can tell you personal things. You know? We've both been through a lot." He said as he got confortable in front of me. "But I hope this doesn't change our feelings for each other."

"It won't." I said softly.

"Last year, my friend and I killed my dad." he said uneasily.

I squinted my eyes in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yes." He looked at me. "And after that I started cutting myself. And I got sick, did/do drugs, and my life spinned out of control too. So I know where you are coming from. But, yeah, I had to get that off my chest, but I'm not a murderer, only when its needed." He said panicky.

"Its fine." I replied, hugging him. Still not believing one word he said.

"Its fine?" he repeated, giving me a wierd look.

"Almost most of my family are murders." I lied, I don't even know my family. But I brushed it off. I seen him look weird at me.

"There's something about you Nia Jayy. Something your hiding. And I'm going to find it out." He said in a joking matter.

I smiled.

"Oh, I got your stuff out of the living room." He went to pick up my phone, food, and wallet but dropped it. "Dang." he said.

Please don't look at the wallet. I kept repeating to myself. He looked at it, then looked at me.

"Nia ..." Dang, he said my first name again. I'm in trouble now. "This man ... Is dead."

He looked at me with sad eyes then got anxious.

"Thats why you didn't care about the guy in the woods! It didn't phase you at all!" He said as he moved closer.

"Please don't tell!" I screamed. "Or I will kill you too! I swear!" I yelled kind of shaky.

"Jayy, calm down... " He said with a smile. "Cause as easy as you could kill me, I could kill you at the snap of your poor little fingers."

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