Best Friends

Chapter 7

Jacky's P.O.V

Throwing open my door, I threw myself on my bed and groaned tiredly.

"Come on Jacky, you can't be that tired," my mom said as she walked by my room to hers.

"Yes I can," I replied turning my head to the side so I could breathe.

"We've been over there for hours," I exclaimed sitting up, and kicking off my shoes.

"It's only been 2 hours," I hear my sister call from down the hall. "And one of them was you eating," She added.

"Shut up!" I yelled to her.

"Hey," my mom yelled to shut both of us up.

"Sorry," we both mumbled back.

I groaned, and laid lazily on my bed, staring up at the ceiling like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

Shifting to lay on my side, I looked at my 5 Seconds of Summer poster.

Damn they're hot.

"Perfectly datable." I say out loud, while swinging my legs in the air, in my way of lifting my self up from my bed.

"Jacky," My mom yells from her room.

Going to my dresser to get socks, I reply, "Yes?"

"Come here. And bring your sister,"

"KK," I replied, pulling my socks over my feet.

"Yo Brooklyn! Get over here," I yell as I walk into my mom's room.

After 2 minutes of waiting in my mom's room, Brooklyn finally appears.

"You wanted to talk to us mom?" I ask, playing with my hair.

"Obviously," My sister mumbles under her breath.

Rude.

"Well, I need you girls to talk to your teachers and get homework for next Tuesday. That's the day of the funeral, and I don't want you girls to miss anymore homework," She explained, looking directly at me during the end of her speech.

"Alright," we both replied.

"Okay...now leave I want me time," My mom told us sassy-like.

I laughed, and went back to my room when I shut my door and plugged in my phone to my speakers.

After scrolling through my playlist, I finally choose This Is Gospel, by Panic! At The Disco.

"This is Gospel, for the fallen ones..." I sang quietly, as I trudged over to my desk, and slumped in my chair.

Life is wonderful at the moment. And cue the sarcasm.

       • Le Day of the funeral•

From Brenda:

Jacky r u alright?

From: Brenda

Jacky please answer me

From: Brenda

Just please tell me you're okay

From: Brenda

Okay fine. Don't answer me. You're not going to reply to me anyways, so what's the point? Yes, the only reason I was still nice to you was because I felt sad for you. Pitty. You're so vulnerable Jacky. Nobody will ever truly love a drama maker like you. You will never have friends.

You are blocked from calling this number

After reading the last text message, tears were already falling freely down my face, when I threw my phone on my bed, where it bounced off and landed on my floor.

I let out a groan of fustration, sadness, and everything in between.

My legs gave out from under me, and I slumped on the floor. My tears now dropping on the floor.

Was there ever a time in my life where I had someone to turn to when times got lonely?

Someone to hug when I needed one.

Someone to listen to me when no one else would.

No.

At least from what I can remember.

My mom told me a while ago, that I when I was a lot younger, I was super close best friends with this boy named Damian.

That we were inseparable.

I guess I kinda remember small memories of those days.

But what happened to him?

He probably got tired of me, and left.

"Jacky are you alright in there?" I hear my dad ask from behind my door.

Cleaning my face with a towel from inside my room, I tell him, "Yeah, I'll be out in a bit," without my voice breaking into sobs.

Standing up, I walk over to my full body mirror, and examine myself.

Black skinny jeans, black hightops, black sorta tight shirt, black earrings, and my hair in a loose pony tail.

And of course, red teary eyes.

Wonderful way to start today. Cue sarcasm.

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