Love Dies, Just Like People

Just the Beginning

I feel as if my heart was ripped out of my body. I can feel blood pouring over me like a waterfall. But, I'm not dying, I'm still alive. Living through the pain. I hadn't been hurt physically in any way. All the emotion was drained from my body. I stared blankly into the distance. People walked past asking me what was wrong.

"Bell?"

I could hear her but I didn't respond.

"Bell!"

As April yelled my name I sat and stared with zero emotion.

"EARTH TO BELL."

"Huh..what?"

"Are you ok?"

How do I respond? /yes I'm fine, the only person I ever loved is gone, but no I'm fine/

"April, I'm dying."

"Bell stop being dramatic, you're gonna be late to class."

"I'm not going to class."

"Bell, not going to class, I've never heard of such a thing."

"Oh I'm sorry April but sometimes I don't go to class when I feel that talking to anybody will make me commit homicide."

"Shit bell, what's wrong?"

"Just leave me alone."

I use all the might in my body to turn away from my best friend and lurch back to my dorm.

"What the fuck bell? Come back."

I ignore April's words and continue walking to my dorm. Once I walk in I throw my keys on the coffee table and I collapse on my bed. My mind runs on overdrive. I realize how sappy I sound saying that the love of my life is gone. He was just a boy. Jesus Christ he wasn't just a boy he was the best thing that has ever happened to me and he's gone forever because of me.

You're probably confused as fuck, let me explain. I should probably start with who I am. My name is Isabella Carter Jamison, I know what you're thinking holy shit that's a mouthful, it really is. Let's just say my parents aren't exactly the ideal guardians a kid would wish for. Brett Jamison, Mr. Perfect, Head of the office, also known as my dad. He worked for an interesting organization and it was semi-illegal. You know the movie taken where that girl gets kidnapped and becomes part of that trafficking thing where they sell girls for sex. He was the guy that handled the girls and moved them from place to place. Obviously there was some benefits to his job and he did a lot of work with prostitutes so he got free sex and shit. Now Rose Jamison, former prostitute, drug dealer that poses as a school teacher. It's not easy to make friends when you have parents like this so I spent my time hiding at school and getting high.

Surprisingly enough my parents were really strict so some of my regular activities were hard to accomplish. My junior high and high school days consisted of being the perfect invisible student by day and fucked up high bitch by night. Once I got into NYU I knew I could escape. I ended up going to the University of Manchester to lie low. Honestly my parents could be anywhere right now but I call them occasionally to make sure they aren't dead.

I guess i should get into the whole hating my life because the only person i've ever loved is dead. His name was Jackson Garect. He was six foot one, he had a six pack, he had amazing jet black hair that was always under a hat and when it wasn't it was perfectly wild and contained at the same time. His eyes,  jesus fuck i could drown in them. Light green like grass that you would see in some terrible perfume commercial, with specks of blue that was as deep as the Marina trench in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. And somehow he was single.

I met him at a four year old's birthday in ball pit at an arcade that i don't even remember the name of. Let me back track to that day and i'll start this long ass journey there.