Someone Like You

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I took in the whole scene. Well, I didn't take it in for long before I made a mad dash for the exit. Cara saw me and grabbed my arm;

"Jenna? What's wrong? What happened?" She asked frantically 

All I could manage to say were small "no"'s between my sobbing. I pulled my arm out of her grip and ran. 

I ran out of the building and just.. Away. Stumbling to Pull off my heels but I didn't stop. I ran even if no one was chasing me. I ran, pushing past pedestrians on the sidewalk receiving dirty looks but I didn't care. I just ran, and I didn't stop until my non-existent lunch was refusing to stay down. Finding the nearest trashcan I heaved.

Stomach acid. I heaved again. Stomach acid. I heaved once again. Nothing. 

I backed away from the trashcan and struggled to pull myself together. I had lost both my shoes while running, leaving them behind when I took them off. I left my clutch at the party, it had my phone and keys in it but at this point I didn't care. I didn't want to go back. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I turned and looked at myself in a shop window. My hair was a absolute mess and my makeup was smudged and my tears made black streaks on my cheeks. And just then my eyes adjusted to look past the glass and into the store. There looking back at me was me. A cleaner me a prettier me, the ..model.. me. I was smiling, my eyes shined and my hair was perfect. And that's when I lost it.

My hands found my head and I clutched the top of my head, backing away from the blow up photo of myself. Now I saw both, model Jenna and just.. Jenna. A great sob escaped and I felt sick again. I turned and heaved into the grungy metal trash can. Nothing. I started sobbing. I heard the clock tower strike Midnight. I collapsed onto the ground scraping my knees on the pavement. Not many people were on the streets now, and most of them ignored me. I held back screams of pain and panic. I had to go somewhere, but there was no where to go. 

"Excuse me? Ma'am?" I look up.

A tall man was crouched down next to me. I bit my lip to stop my tears. 

"Are you alright?" He asks. What a dumb question. 

"Do I look fucking look alright?" I stand up. I felt bad for being rude to the man, he was only trying to help. 

"Well..-" he started but was cut off by something that both made us turn our heads. 

"JENNA!" Cara was pelting down the street at me, someone else was behind her.. No.. 

"JENNA!" She calls again and I take off in the other direction. I was not going to face this, not yet. My bare feet slapped against the pavement, Just when I thought I couldn't run anymore there was a sharp pain in the bottom of my foot. 

"GAAH" I cried. I fell onto the ground hard. My body scraping against the sidewalk. Blood dripped from the bottom of my right foot where the glass shards were. I rolled my head back in pain. Taking a deep breath I attempted to pull the shards out. Although small it hurt like hell. They were in there deep. 

"Oh my god, JENNA!" I heard Cara yell, they were about 80 yards away from me, but would be here quick. I stood up and continued to frantically hop on one foot to get away. I wasn't ready. No. 

"Fuck!" I cursed loudly and tried to start running but I just couldn't. Why does this always happen? 

What was the point anyway? I was gonna have to face this either way. 

I stood and waited for them to catch up. 

"J-Jenna! Are you okay? Your foot! You're bleeding horribly!" Cara cried, "call an ambulance." She advised to another person. 

"No." I croaked. My voice was quiet and raspy from all the crying I had been doing. 

All of a sudden I turned around and slapped Niall across the face. Hard. He stumbled back and fell over. 

"Fuck. You." I harshly stated thought the tears that silently rolled down my blotchy cheeks.

"I never want to see you again" I spat at the boy on the ground. He blinked. "Get out of my sight." He didn't move. I could see my had print on his cheek. "Now." I growled. He got up, gave me a single nod, and took off. 

"Jenna.." Cara started. 

"D-don't." My voice cracked and I held up my hand. The man that had helped me (sort of) earlier was standing behind her, phone to his ear. 

"She stepped in broken glass and she is bleeding badly." I over heard him say. I had forgotten about my foot, I had gotten used to the pain. 

"Here's your bag." Cara handed me my clutch. I opened it and took our my phone. I had many messages and they were still coming. I dropped my clutch and with all my might I threw my phone into the street, it hit the ground and cracked, and an on coming truck ran it over. 

Then I started to laugh. Cara looked at the man puzzling. 

"Jenna are yo-" and then black.