Jo sat down beside me, placing her hand on my shoulder, "Niall, what's wrong?" she nervously asked.
"H-He just keeps coming back!" I cried out, "I don't know what the hell Greg wants from me... and then I'm constantly being reminded of my attempt and it's haunting me! Everything in my damn room reminds me of it!"
"Of course it's going to," Jo replied, "You had a really traumatic event happen in your life and you're not going to just forget it. Trust me, I had nightmares about jumping off the bridge for such a long time, I still do every once in a while. The best thing to do is accept that what you did was a mistake and you won't do it again."
I slowly nodded and pulled away my hands from my face. I sniffled one last time and wiped my eyes, "God, I look like such a loser," I muttered, trying to wipe away any remnants of my small breakdown.
"It shows that you're more human than Asher," Jo smiled at me. She kissed my cheek and gave me a small hug before standing up again. She held her hand out for me, "It's late, why don't we get some sleep?"
I nodded and allowed Jo to help me up. She pulled me up, as I palmed the wall for support. I headed to my closet and grabbed a pair of sweats to change into for bed. Jo climbed into bed while I changed in the bathroom. I walked out and joined her in bed.
I glanced at the clock to see that it was already close to one in the morning. Everything had been going by too fast for me to grasp. Even after event occurred and every one of them seemed to be negative, well, except for anything with Jo. She was the one keeping me going each day.
We pulled ourselves close to one another and soon both fell asleep.
*
I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. It literally felt like my head was about to explode and I just needed to get some aspirin. I pulled myself out of bed and then stumbled into the bathroom. I grabbed a bottle of aspirin and swallowed down a pills followed by a gulp of water.
I wanted to go back to bed, but Jo had already woken up. She stretched out her arms as she sat up. The covers hid her pajama pants and she was still yawning once I sat down beside her on the bed.
"How are you, love?" I kissed her cheek and wrapped my arm around her waist.
"I'm fine, but someone must have a killer headache," Jo joked, tapping the side of my head with her finger. I laughed and took her hand in mine and intertwined our fingers together.
I kissed the top of Jo's head and mumbled into her hair, "Why don't we go get something to eat?"
"I'm not really hungry, I'll just make some coffee," She said. I pulled away, "Yeah, my stomach is kind of killing me, so I should probably stick with coffee, too."
We both headed to the kitchen and I started to make the coffee. Jo sat down at the counter, with her elbows pressing against the surface. She rested her chin on her hands and yawned again, "You shouldn't have gotten out of bed so early, I'm tired."
"Then go back to bed," I suggested.
"I guess I can go back to sleep," she replied.
Jo left for her room to go back to sleep, so I sat at the counter alone and finished up my coffee. My headache was slowly ceasing due to the medicine. I still felt pretty awful, though.
Suddenly, my cell phone rang, causing my head to pound at the obnoxious noise. I groaned and pulled it out of my pocket. My eyes scanned the screen and saw that the caller ID was my dad.
Well, this is about a million times worse than my headache. I'll have to dodge all of his questions without admitting anything that has happened. I have had too much going on and now my parents have made their way onto the list.
