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Jack G's pov

Her room had art stuff all in it, lights hung around her room, she had so many drawings and sketches on her wall and a mural sorta thing on her wall that I'm guessing she painted on there.

I was blown away.

I also saw a book shelf in her room full if books upon books upon books. I finally saw her limp body on her bed, I shut the door behind me and made my way to her fragile body.

She was hunched over, she had a bunch of drawing stuff on her bed. I moved it all aside and sat down on the bed "Lizzy what's wrong?"

I used the nickname I gave her when we were little kids.

Liz's pov

"Lizzy what's wrong?" Jack asked, I missed Jack, I missed my brother. I missed everything we all used to have, when I was younger around eleven I started to grow feelings for Jack.

When I started middle school we were all still close but then they both got involved in sports and I was kinda left in the dust. Then I completely stopped talking once I reached high school.

I felt judged in every way, I wasn't pretty, I wasn't skinny. I envied every girl that was an upperclassmen because they looked so pretty and I was jealous.

I skipped homecoming, but my brother and Jack both had dates with my old best friends. Carrie and Darcy. My brother took Carrie who had blonde frizzy hair and piercing blue eyes, she had a medium sized body.

Soon my brother asked Carrie out and they dated and they are still dating till this day. Darcy she was a total bad ass now, she had dyed her used to be brown hair black and and she has a few tattoo's now like Nate does.

In fact her and Nate are dating and they are the bad ass couple at school, everyone is sorta afraid of them.

Now its my senior year and I am trying to get into an art school somewhere in the country.I still don't talk, but I want to try to be my old self again before senior year ends.

"Nothing" I mumble to Jack, "Lizzy ,I know that is complete and utter bullshit." He states

"Why don't you talk anymore Liz?" He asked me, my heart stopped, the sobs stopped, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

He doesn't know , Sammy and Nate don't know, heck my brother and Dad don't even know. I have been diagnosed with Atelphobia.

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