J. A. R.

Chapter 3

Ryan took me bad to the kitchen and wrapped for cling film (plastic wrap) around the cut arm. He done this so when we were flying it wouldn't get infected. I was scared to be in the kitchen cause Jimmy was still there but he wasn't angry anymore. He was crying. He was mumbling something to himself. Ryan went over to him and told me to leave the room. I hesitated but left and went to my room to get my bags. I over heard Jimmy saying, "it's all my fault, I should have more time for her! She has a much more rough life than either of us do! I don't want to see her that way again!" And Ryan responding with, "it's not your fault, she has Anxiety and, as much as I hate to say it, maybe even depression. You know that! She doesn't blame you. Why should you blame you!?" "I SHOULDN'T HAVE YELLED, RYAN! I SHOULDN'T HAVE! ITS MY FAULT!" Jimmy yelled. My heart broke into a million pieces. I never blamed anyone else for the things that happened to me. I always blamed myself. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there and listened, tears flooding my face. "Shh, she'll hear you!" Ryan said quickly. "I DON'T FUCKING CARE! SHE KNOWS THAT I'M AN ASSHOLE AND SHE KNOWS THAT I'M THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS!!" Jimmy yelled. I looked threw the glass for a split second and saw a heartbreaking scene. Jimmy was on his knees, in a ball and Ryan was beside him, trying to get him off the ground. I saw our cab pull up outside and I knocked on the kitchen door. "C-cab's here." I said shakily and very lowly. I took my bags out and got into the far left side in the back of the taxi. Jimmy and Ryan got their bags and stuff and put them in the cab too. Ryan sat between me and Jimmy. I was silent the hold way there. I was listening to my Green Day playlist. When Whatsername came on, o knew it was going to make me cry, but I liked it. "I'll never turn back time." Is the line that always gets me and it never fails. Especially this time. I wish I hadn't have done it and then, at least, me and Jimmy would be able to speak to each other.

After a while of getting to the airport and waiting a long time, (a/n for this moment to come in de!-sorry) we got to our gate. I hated airports. I had no clue why, I just always have. While waiting, (a/n I've been wai-sorry again) I saw a few people wearing Green Day t-shirts. It made me smile slightly. Shortly after we boarded our flight to Oakland.

About half way threw the flight I felt really nauseous. Ryan was asleep and Jimmy was the only person I could tell. I just ran to the bathroom and he looked at Ryan and rolled his eyes, He then sat back in his seat. I started to puke a lot. I felt slightly dizzy and I was getting really weak. A bit of light turbulence sent me on my knees and then I heard loud foot-steps coming towards the bathroom. Foot-steps I recognised. It was Jimmy. He burst into the bathroom and looked kind of surprised. "Are you okay?" He asked. I continued throwing up and he pulled back my hair. I started to feel really dizzy and I went to stand up and nearly fell several times. Jimmy ended up carrying me back to the seat and set me down in his lap. He rocked me back and forth. "I'm sorry." He said softly into my ear. "F-for wh-what?" I asked. "For yelling at you, you didn't deserve it, I was just frustrated, please understand that." He explained. "I understand bu-but it wasn't y-your fault." I said. "It was. You know I'm an asshole, right?" He asked. "You a-are not!" I said. He shook his head and moved on. "What happened?" He asked. "I don't know, I just go sick." I said and he put my head on his chest. "You don't do well on flights, I know, I've cleaned 'it' up since you were young, you probably don't remember." He explained, "let me check something." He said and checked me over. He looked at the cut. "That's reopened." He said. "What?" I asked. "Air pressure re-opens cuts." He said. "Oh, well is that bad?" I asked. "Not if it was a minor cut...just...ill keep an eye on you." He said. "Now try and get some sleep." He said while hugging me. I fell asleep quite quickly after that.