Likewise, We're Insane (GXG)

Part Twenty-Six~Jalex POV

It had been a week since I and Jaylee left the hospital. She came every now and then, and she'd talk about how her parents and sister had truly changed. They had gone on short trips to like the theater, the mall, the lake, and San Francisco. I loved hearing Juliet talk about how her trips went. She sounded so happy and delighted. Nothing at all like the girl who first came into Hallhill, lost and broken, confused as to why anyone would put her in an insanity institution.

But now, her eyes shone with each word she spoke. Her smile reached her ears and it made my heart flutter because sometimes that smile and those bright eyes where meant for me.

It still pained me at times though, because my own parents (well mother) didn't bother even saying hello. It's like the moment the incident happened, she disowned me. As if it where my fault.

I sighed heavily, and looked at the clock. It was around 6:30 p.m. meaning I still had a few hours before I got tired and fell asleep. I walked to the bathroom and proceeded to stripping my clothes off for a quick shower.

After I got out, I threw on an oversized Pierce The Veil shirt and black leggings.

Sighing, I sat down on the chair in front of my black vanity dresser, and brushed my mess of faded blue hair.

As I set the brush down, I noticed a notebook that was most absolutely not mine, and from what I knew, it wouldn't have been my aunt's either; she despised anything that involved writing. Before I had a chance to grab the notebook, my door creaked open.

"Jalex, your mom is on the phone." My aunt said gently, as she took a step inside my bedroom.

Wow, not even a knock. Must be important shit.

Then I frowned, as I took in what she had told me. My mother called? A normal girl would've been delighted, but mind you I am anything but normal. "That's nice."

"Don't you wanna talk with her?" My aunt asked. I hoffed and shook my head.

"Hell no." I hissed, then quickly covered my mouth and blushed. "Excuse my profanity, but yeah, I'd rather not speak to her."

My aunt sighed and gave me an understanding look. "Sure hon, but I suggest you speak to her soon."

I gave her a sarcastic smile. "Sure aunty, the moment I turn 60 and I get invited to my mother's funeral I'll be sure to speak to her and tell her all her truest faults and flaws on her parenting."

"Your mother can hear you, you know." My aunt scorned.

"Oh, I know she can." I growled.

My aunt gave me one last worried look and placed the phone to her ear. "I'm sorry Lilly, but Jalex would rather not talk to you at the moment."

Pause.

"Okay, goodnight." My aunt said and hung up.

I sighed and went back to my sketchbook, taking my time with each stroke of the pencil against the paper. After what I felt that seemed like hours, I put the sketchbook down and looked at what I'd drawn.

I smiled, satisfied with the way the dark angel wings sprouted from the naked back of a girl. I carefully wrote lyrics that went with the image, and closed the book.

"Jalex, where are you going?" My aunt called.

"Out." I replied.

"Jalex, it's almost 9:00 for goodness sake." My aunt scoffed.

"Aunty, I'm only going to Starbucks. It's only like five minutes away." I sighed.

My aunt gave me an unsure look but nodded. "Bring me back a chocolate frappe." I smiled and nodded. "Sure thing, aunty."
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"A caramel and chocolate frappe for Jalex." I quickly went over and grabbed my frappes, and quickly took a sip of the caramel one. Damn, this was good.

I took a slow walk back to the house as music played in my earphones.

"Say when, and my own two hands will comfort you, tonight, tonight. Say when, and my own two arms will carry you, tonight, tonight." I sang, smiling because the song stupidly reminded me of Juliet.

I opened the door, and saw my aunt was still sitting on the couch with a book at hand.

"Here's your frappe aunty." I said, and handed her the cup filled with calories. "Thanks Jex. Well, it's still before midnight. Wanna watch a movie or something?" My aunt asked.

I shrugged and sat besides her on the couch, as I quickly looked through the channels until I found one that had just started playing Edward Scissorhands.

When the movie and Starbucks was over, I decided I wanted to read the notebook from earlier.

"Goodnight aunty."

"Goodnight, Jalex."

I hurried and locked my bedroom door. I grabbed the black binded notebook, and opened to the first page.

It was then I saw it wasn't filled with words, but with drawings and pictures. A few drawings with only sketches in black and gray smudges. And some where fully colored. Most where drawings of flower blossoms, and some where feminine facial features.

What caught my attention the most where the eyes; bright lime green eyes, filled with love and hate, and some filled with pain and hurt.

Clearly, the artist put much time and love to his or her drawings. After about fifteen pages, the drawings ended. I skimmed through the remaining pages and saw they where all blank, except for the last page.

All it read was:
I'm sorry. I'll stop the drawings, if it means it'll stop the pain.
-K

"K"? What was that supposed to mean? Whatever it was, it burned my curiosity.

As I closed the notebook to place it under my pillow, I heard a knock from the door. I placed the notebook on my dresser and climbed out of bed and opened the door.

"Yes aunty?" I asked.

"Jalex, it half past ten, what are you doing still up?"

"I found this notebook and was looking through it. I think it's from some person who's name began with "K". Do you know anything?" I asked my aunt.

Her eyes widened, and she opened the door wider. "Where's the notebook? Is it black?"

I took a step back, surprised by her sudden alarm. "Uh, yeah. Do you know-"

"Jalex, enough questions. Go to bed." My aunt ordered as she took the notebook with her.

"But aunty-"

"Jalex, enough."

I bit my lip, and nodded. "Yes, aunty."

My aunt gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Jex. This notebook holds a lot of value. I'd explain, but its getting late now. Goodnight."

I nodded. "Goodnight."

I went back to bed and turned off the lamp light, and began thinking about who "K" could've been.

I groaned as my head began spinning as the stress and thoughts swarmed my head, and soon, the headache tired me to sleep.

So how was this chapter? Sorry for the wait, but stress is the worst enemy towards creativity. Oh and the song there is "Say When" by The Fray. It's beautiful and I highly suggest you listen to it if you haven't done so already.
~Y