twisted → j.m.

chapter 50

Anna's P.O.V .

Its been one month.

One month since the crash.
One month since I fell down that night.
One month since everything ended.
One month since I finished.

There is not much to say about that night. I try to avoid the topic as much as I can. I fail. Trust me.

Police, guards, nurses doctors had come bursting in though that door. I had gently been picked up and put in a stretcher and was wheeled away to my room with Jason's screams ringing in my ears, and the police's "I cant believe she did this," words.

My world had just gone blank. I felt numb. Gravity was never the one that kept me on earth. It was him. And now that it was all over, what was the need of my existence here?

Jason had been transported to another hospital the next morning. Not just to another hospital, but to another state altogether. I don't know where he was now, they wouldn't tell me, all I knew was he was far far away, somewhere that I will never be able to reach him again.

I cried all the time, screaming at the doctors and the police men. I cried till I could cry no more and screamed till my voice was gone. Everyone just looked at me with pity in their eyes and tried to soothe me with sympathetic words.

"Anna honey, I have some good news for you," my mother said gently, coming into the hospital room. I forced myself to look at her, she smiled, "You are getting discharged. Tomorrow I can finally take you home Anna." My mother beams at me.

I roll my head away and stare out of the window. A nurse come in and puts some medicine on the bedside cabinet. A tall blonde nurse...

No matter how hard I try, I cannot erase Jason from my mind. I don't want to of course, but I am left with no choice. The more I think about him, the more I wither in pain of his absence. The more I imagine him touching him, always results in me bursting into tears of self pity, emotional pain and anger. Anger directed at myself for falling down. Anger at the police for taking him away from me.

The time I had through the month in hospital, I lay in bed thinking. I knew I needed to stop thinking about him. That was the only way I could survive. So, I tried different methods. I tried to bring up all the memories of him hurting me and then after a few images of them in my head I would try to hate him. But all I could think about was how Jason's mocha brown eyes sparkled with desire and love when he looked at me and how nice and satisfying it felt to held safe and warm in his eyes. So I gave up in that method.

I tried to distract myself, so I watched TV and read Seventeen magazine. That didn't work either. In the end, I just gave up and let the images of Jason fill in my mind. I stared at them all day and tried to picture myself in the island, smelling his divine scent of his expensive cologne and lounging in his arms. Sometimes those images got to painful for me to bear, so I just let my mind go blank.

Jason was my everything. Now that I didn't have him, I was nothing.

*****

"Anna sweetheart, I bought some clothes for you. Do you want some help getting ready?" My mother asked gently stroking my head. I jolt back into reality and shake my head, "I can manage."

"I am so excited for you to be coming home Anna." My mother breathes.
"Me too." I say, not even trying to fake the excitement, knowing I would fail. My mother sighed, "Anna you need to forget the past and move on. I know everything that happened is....overwhemling, but its life. You have to move on and start over." My mother tone is tried and she is just trying to give me some motherly advice but how could she ever think that I could "move on" from Jason?

I got up from my bed, walking over to the bathroom to get ready. At least I didn't need crutches anymore, my broken leg had healed – in place of that was a broken heart and I knew that no one in this world other than Jason could fix my broken heart.

I trudge out of the room I had been in for the last month my freshly laundered clothes. I don't even know what I am wearing – I had just blindly put on the clothes my mother had bought for me.

My mother is waiting outside and she smiles when she sees me, "Anna, lets go. The cab is outside waiting to take us to the airport." I follow her out.

The sunlight is too bright for my eyes. I sigh walking towards the cab with my mother. A dozen of people coming rushing towards me, reports by the look of them. They crowd around me, "How is it like to be kidnapped by Jason McCann?"
"We have been hearing that you love him. Is that true?"
"Anna Valentine! Can you give us an insight to Jason's life?"
"Did Jason rape you?"

The questions catch me off guard and the flashing cameras around makes me blink in frustration. Before I realise it, tears have pooled in my eyes, and I struggle to push my way through the crowd to go to the cab. I run to it, covering my face with my palms.

"Anna I am sorry about that. I should have know..." I mother trails off, looking sorry for me as the car starts to pull off to the airport.

Holy cow I am famous.

I am flying back to London, leaving Florida behind. In a way, it feels like I am been taken from Jason all over again. Flying all the way to the other side of the world. The thought of flying again brings back unwanted memory and makes my stomach churn with sickness.

I sleep through the long hours of flight, and when I land in London, I am groggy with sleep. The cold winds whips around me when I step out of the plane and freezes my jeans. I miss the warm tropical island.

I keep my head bent low, my face blank and my mind pictureless and walk alongside my mother. The media presses around me when I am out of the airport, and I hide my face behind a newspaper and run to the car waiting to take me home.
We drive through the same dark lanes and finally we are at our apartment. I climb out of the car and look up at the tattered building, seeing it after months.

"Fresh start for you Anna. We are home at last."

Home? This is not home. The golden beach and the blue ocean is home. This isn't .

I don't say that out loud of course and hurry to help my mother with the suitcases to go inside and get away from the chilling cold.

But right now, I could drop on my knees in the cold pavement and curl up in a ball and cry. I want him. I miss him.

Its never going to happen though. Our story is history now. Only magic can bring us together again. And magic only exists in fairytales. By now, I know this is no fairytale, but a deep dark twisted nightmare that I wish I had never gotten sucked into.

a/n: just a couple of more chapters left! we're almost to the end ❤