Oceans {Joji Miller}

Chapter 12

Your P.O.V

    It had been five months since I attempted suicide, and every passing day always seemed like the day after. The memory was still fresh in my mind, but it was winter now, and the few trees of Brooklyn were bare and the cold air was crisp. The person had stopped messaging me, but every other night I have nightmares of a dark figure creeping into my room and murdering me, then replacing myself with a clone that looked and acted exactly like me, maybe even better, and soon married Joji and had a life of it's own, similar to mine. I came to the conclusion that maybe life wasn't so bad after all, now that this person was gone, or so I thought.

     The thermometer that I had fastened onto my window in November read 13 degrees Fahrenheit as a breeze of freezing air woke me up. Confused, I wondered how my window was open, but didn't think much of it as I closed it with ease. It was only a slight crack, which didn't allow any insects or anything else to come in other than the winter air, so I assumed that I had forgotten to shut it all the way the last time I had opened it.

     I got up and made my way to the bathroom tiredly. Looking into the mirror, I suddenly noticed all of my imperfections at once. I mean, it's not like I wasn't used to it already. My phone buzzed.

Joji:

Good morning fag. What're you doing today?

     I typed a response, smiling. It was Saturday, and it had been one hell of a week. 

Me:

Nothing really. U?

Joji: Same. come over.

Me:

Alright. I'll be over in 20.

I locked my phone and glanced at my reflection one last time before bounding into my room to change. I put on a casual outfit, simply a pair of light-wash jeans and a grey sweater. I walked out, the wind hitting me like a brick, and shuddered as I hailed a taxi. The ride was silent, which was odd because I knew most of the drivers in my area. They must be new to the job. I stared at them. There was just something really unsettling about this person. I couldn't see their hair or their face because of how heavily draped in scarves they were. I arrived at Joji's house and practically jumped out with a brief 'thanks' to the driver, leaving the money on the seat.

     I barged into Joji's house, catching him off guard. "Whoa, what're you in such a hurry for, princess?" He laughed as he turned around, revealing his messy hair and abs again. "The driver-was so sketchy..." I panted. "You could've asked me to pick you up." Joji smiled as he wrapped his arms around me gently. He smelled so good. A mixture of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils as I hugged him back.
"I was thinking we could stay in, binge watch Stranger Things, and just have the whole day to ourselves. What do you think?" Joji's eyes met mine as he pulled away from the hug, his arms still holding me. I nodded, grinning. "Hell yeah." I loved spending days with him. I loved prank calling people. I loved finding random accounts that followed him and liking all of their photos. I loved watching other youtuber's videos and reacting to them with him. It was way better than going out, in my opinion. "Can we watch something else though? You don't know how many times I've seen Stranger Things." I chuckled.