Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 7

Jake's P.O.V.

I step on a piece of glass and feel the immediate pain from it entering my foot.

"What the...I never feel pain or bleed.."

But as I look down I see the red liquid dripping onto the floor. I gingerly touch the piece of glass still stuck in my foot.

"Well this won't be fun.."

I reach down and begin pulling it out of my foot. Hot tears fall down my face. I can hear my teeth grinding against each other as I try to hold back screams of pain. Finally the glass is out, but now there's blood. A lot of it. I think about calling Cherry, but I know she won't come. So I call the only person I can think of.

"BRAD!"

God I'm going to regret this.

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Brad's P.O.V.

"BRAD!"

Why would somebody be calling me? Especially since the voice sounds like Jake's voice. I get up, pause my song, take out my headphones, and head in the direction I heard the yell coming from.

"....I really really wanna know you, and not all fifty fucking personalities inside your skull." I sing as I walk down. That song will forever be stuck in my head.

Finally I come up to Jake's room door and knock loudly.

"Get in here you piece of shit."

I walk in and my eyes widen. He's. Bleeding. Badly.

"I thought you were immortal?"

"I am you fucking idiot!"

"Then why are you bleeding?"

"Listen here you piece of shit you better just fucking help or I'll kill you with my bare hands."

"Yea, that'd sure make Cherry want you back, wouldn't it?"

He shuts up instantly and I smirk, knowing I have the upper hand. Then I glance down at his bleeding foot, yea that's gonna need stitches. He isn't going to like this. Blood means feeling pain...and feeling pain won't be good in this case.

"Well, you're gonna need stitches....it's gonna hurt."

He instantly pales and I know that this will be so much fun.....for me.

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"You suck at this!" Jake yells.

"I don't but you just keep moving which makes my hand slip which just means it's going to take longer, so unless you want to only have one foot I suggest you shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down, and stop fucking moving."

He grumbles but places his foot on my lap and stops moving. He's such a baby, I haven't cleaned it yet. He's just being a baby because I have to clean it out. I put one drop of the stuff and he screams like a bitch. It doesn't even hurt. Fucking baby.

I quickly pour half the bottle of cleaner on his cut and smile a bit as I see him biting his lip so hard I'm afraid that it may need stitches too. Tears fill his eyes and I start to feel a little bad for him, not bad enough to give him pain killers, which are located in my pocket from the Hospital Room he has, but can you blame me?

"So if you're immortal, how are you bleeding?"

"Well obviously if I knew the answer to that I wouldn't be fucking sitting here."

"Listen, I was just trying to help."

He sighs and when I look up I can see he is deep in thought, no doubt trying to figure out what is happening to him. I only remember this happening to one other person and the outcome wasn't good, but I don't remember what caused it. Oh well, I'm sure it really isn't that important considering this man stole the only thing that made me want to wake up in the morning. Stupid fucker.

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sorry this is so short but I wrote it at two separate times and had a plan and now I lost the plan so anyways I will try to think of what I want to write and make a better chapter next time :)