feel. → jacksepticeye

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The room was silent and cold as my fingers curled around the wooden barrier surrounding me. Liz was across the room in dark, office-like clothing, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she looked at me with a shaky stare before her eyes flickered back to the judge.

"Bryony Fischer, I deem you as not guilty!"

And then the hammer cracked.

I let out a sombre sigh, feeling the weight lift off of my shoulder as a hot rush of power rushed through my veins. My father had been there the whole time as a 'witness', and Liz had been absolutely outraged when he'd made false claims of my innocence. 

She stood up now, her mouth agape and her eyes wide. Yelling profanities and kicking her legs, she was dragged out of the room by a group of sturdy officers who kept a firm face all the while struggling to get her out. Liz gave up, defeated, and glared at me from across the room where I offered her a weak smile and then the door slammed shut.

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When I'd gotten home, everything was unfamiliarly cold. Sean was behind me, his hand on my shoulder as I groaned, dropping to the sofa as my legs shook with exhaustion. It was all very emotionally very draining, really, trying to pretend that you didn't murder your own mother but then actually getting away with it. Too much adrenaline for one day, thank you.

But now I had another person to add to the hit list. If there were any people I had to write up on it, it'd be Liz and Signe. Liz was my biggest threat: she knew too much. And Signe, well, she was a desperate, attention seeking girl trying to get into Jack's pants. They're all the same, really.

Jack knew who I was now; he'd recognized my father or something, and it'd lead to a lot of questioning about 'if you're rich, why are you here', but I'd only insisted that I preferred to be considered as 'normal' or 'average', and he didn't question further.

"I can't believe this has all happened," Jack said quietly.

I hummed lamely in response.

"Are you OK?"

I hummed again.

"Do you want me to stay?"

I nodded against the pillow and he sat down on the edge, running his fingers through my hair in an attempt to unwind me from a stressful afternoon of lying. Not that he knew that; he knew nothing.

He cleared his throat, "I thought it was very abnormal for murder charges to be just put against you like that. Especially over your own mother."

I shuffled so that I was lying on my back and so I could look into his eyes. "She used to be one of my closest friends. I have no idea what came over her to act in such a way."

"Jealousy, do you think?" He offered.

"Do you think someone would charge you with murder simply because they were jealous?" I rose an eyebrow. He shrugged and patted my side before standing. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea... 

"Go and change into something more comfortable. I'll make you some dinner," he told me and I nodded, running a hand over my forehead and watching him leave. His phone buzzed on the coffee table and I reached for it, taking it into my hands and reading the contact number on the screen.

Signe.

Furious, I grit my teeth together before putting it back in its original position and scurried into my bedroom to change. I threw aside the tight pencil skirt and blazer, replacing it with a hoodie and sweatpants. I rubbed my makeup off carelessly with a couple of wipes, and tied my hair up into a bun before dragging my blanket and taking it into the living room, where Jack sat, sipping away on his soup as mine lay untouched on the table.

With a huff, I sat down next to him, wrapped myself up and took the warm bowl into my hands before mixing the contents around with a spoon and taking my first mouthful.

I felt the hot soup move into my mouth and scorch my tongue, but I didn't care. It tasted like mildly flavoured water, but I was appreciative of the gesture all the same.

Jack was quiet beside me, scared to break the silence though visibly aching to say something, anything, almost as if there was something he was hiding from me (like the fact that he was still talking to Signe, maybe?). But he didn't.

"Thank you," I said quietly, pushing my bowl to the middle of the coffee table before pulling a big blanket around myself and snuggling up against him. He immediately put his arm around my shoulders, moving it down to my waist when I shuffled and pressed my head against his stomach.

Sean's phone buzzed and as he raised it to his face, I snatched it from his hand and caused him to jump a little.

"I know you're still talking to her, Jack," I answered, pressing the phone to his chest. "Don't lie to me. Ever. Please."

"I- I'm not talking to her," he denied, and I let out a breath of air as I turned in his lap and glanced up at him with doe eyes.

"Please don't lie to me. Women always find out the truth," I muttered, letting my eyes slide shut as I invited the comforting warmth of drowsiness to envelop me. "Always."

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ok so if im not getting the more in depth idea across to you basically Bryony is in denial of all of her flaws and points out everyone elses, literally contradicting herself because she either is those things, does those things or thinks of doing them yea ok u got it