Tell me pretty little Lies// Jack Gilinsky

CHAPTER 5

Jacks POV (because why not?)
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I was awoken by the once filled spot on the bed slowley decreased as a short wind blew past my face and I realized that Lana had gotten up to go shower, I layed in bed thinking how lucky I am to have Lana. When lana was done showering her towel happened to slip, revealing her body. I tried to cover my eyes but I couldn't, not when I notice a tattoo on Lana's stomach; a tree and a moon. "Lana what does it mean?" I question. "Sit... Jack" she says, I'm assuming the tattoo has a backstory like most. "The tree, see the tree has very distinct branches, each brach represents a time where I said I couldn't possibly make it but I did, And the moon, the moon represents the light that helped me through it, even when it was dark, there was a light." She said starting to tear up. She put on her white Calvin Klein undergarments and went downstairs. I decide to follow her and see her opening a vodka bottle and pouring some into a glass. "You drink??" I question, "yea, very seldom though, I drink when I reminisce, I'm not addicted, just messed up I guess" she said sounding like nothing mattered. There are things about Lana I don't know but yearn to find out. " and if we're being honest here I also smoke, no drugs, just cigarettes," she states leaving me speechless but only thinking enough to faintly say "why" even though she most likely didn't hear me. Lana interrupted my thoughts by saying  "I have several tattoos actually, a semicolon, on my right shoulder to spread awareness for people who have taken their lives, you see the semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life; I had a best friend who had committed suicide back in 2013, I never told anyone because I didn't think I could get through the sentence without having a mental breakdown, anyway, they found him lying on the floor with a gun in his hand and blood pouring out of his head. He had the most colorful personality. But I guess he just lost it, and to be honest when it happened I lost it. That was the day my life changed, the day I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression, and i started to drink and smoke and all that other typical bullshit, and eventually I shut people out in order to get one person back knowing it could never possibly work"  Lana said  walking upstairs. I was speechless. That was when the phone rang. The person. Sounded like Mr. Williams, Lana's father.  He asked to speak with Lana. I hand her the phone and she puts it on speaker; Her father spoke "Lana, y-your mother is gone, she was driving on the freeway when a truck sped by her ,lost control and hit the drivers seat from the side". Lana didn't cry, she just looked pale, that green vibrant color that once flared in her eyes is no longer there, her pink lips now matched the color of her pale lifeless like skin. She stared at the wall. I tried to pull her into a hug, but no movement, when finally a tear slipped down her cheek, all the thoughts going through her mind, probably lost in her own death trap of a mind. And quite frankly, I'm afraid, afraid I will loose Lana, knowing her past, she is my best friend, my girlfriend, my everything. I have nobody but Lana. I can't loose her..not now..not ever
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