Pieces // H.S

Chapter 32: Felicity: The Killer Queen

Jane changed a lot when her parents died. She used to be a warm, kind-hearted girl. She still is in her own funny little way, but the love she had for life disappeared. She was always shy, but she closed herself off from the world. In Year 10 we all got boyfriends, but Jane didn’t. It wasn’t that she wasn’t asked out by anyone, it just didn’t interest her. I think the prospect of the future scared her. The lessons she learnt from her parent’s death was: a) never rely on anyone, people are unpredictable, b) never love anyone, you can never know when they might die, c) never have anything to do with anything that might concern the future and d) always remain your own person, never allow yourself to be taken in by people, you can’t rely on them. If Jane had her way, she would lock herself in a room, and just study and make music. That was all that mattered to her.

Niall finished talking to Harry shortly before I had ended the call with Jane. Instead of starting the never ending argument with Niall, I decided to ask how Harry was doing.

“He’s not ok. I’m kind of surprised, he’s never been this bad before, when I’ve known him. Jane’s completely ruined him. I think I better go and see him. How’s Jane? I can imagine she’s come off the better of the two.”

“She’s only young, Niall. Plus, Jane’s coped with much harder things than simply dumping someone. You know how detached she is from feelings. Having said that, when I brought up Harry she burst into tears. She’s not upset about Harry though, I got the impressions she was just simply ashamed of herself.”

“She’s as cold as ice… I don’t understand Harry, they’re completely different. I didn’t think she had a heart, I was right.”

“Niall! SHE is my best friend. Jane is a lovely person, with many qualities; sadly, sensitivity is not one of them. If something’s wrong, she simply puts an end to it. I think she was embarrassed about the events of last night.”

“Did she actually tell you what happened? Did they…”

“She didn’t tell me directly, but I can guess that they did…”

“Oh. One night stand, poor Harry was in too deep. This time he’s on the other side of the stand. It kind of serves him right. He really was in too deep, on this one. She nearly killed him once, I think this time, she might have finished him off, which is why I should probably get going.”

“Ok. I should be here when you get back, I don’t think I need to check on Jane.”

“You better had, I think. She may not feel anything, but it’s the thought that counts.”

I suppose Niall was right. I followed his advice and went around to her house. The streets were quiet, everyone had taken New Year’s day off, apart from the press. They had swarmed Jane’s house. Despite security saying she wasn’t willing to comment, they continued to shout for Jane. I was guided into her property through the maze of cameras. Jane let me in, which I wasn’t expecting.

“Jane,” I said extending my arms to comfort her, but she pushed me away, gently. “You didn’t seem ok. I brought chocolate, and lets talk about this mess. After all, you’re going to have to say something about it after a while.”

“Fliss, I don’t love Harry. I don’t want to remember last night, it never happened as far as I’m concerned. I don’t care what he says about me, thinks about me, or does. I wish the press would just forget about everything. The more I show that I couldn’t care less, the less likely they are to bring it up. Matthew’s already issued an injunctions so the reports are stopping now.”

“Jane, Harry’s depressed and at a high risk at the moment.”

“Why should I care? I didn’t do anything to affect him. I just told him the truth. Would you rather the situation where I have to drag out a relationship, giving him the impression that I love him, then I end up marrying him and end up being in this life long commitment with a man that I really couldn’t physically care less about? Was I meant to lead him on for the rest of my life? Trust me, It’s better that he knows I don’t love him. It’s good for him to get a taste of his own medicine was what Taylor Swift said.” Jane talked quickly, and she kept reinforcing the point that she didn’t like him. That just gave the opposite impression.  

“I knew you were hard, I didn’t know that you’d rather see him dead.” I tried to use reverse psychology on her.

“I don’t want him dead, I’m just going to forget about him. I realise that I’m being mean, but he would only ruin everything and get in the way.”

“Just like everyone else does, don’t they Jane? You need to face the future. You have to settle at one point or another, what’s wrong with making early plans? My parents said that I was getting married too late. It’s better to be happy early, than to wait too late and never settle.” What I was saying was rubbish, but Jane bought it.

“I don’t have that higher self importance. Everyone I love ends up dead, so what’s the use in loving.”

“Ha! So you admit that you may have feelings for Harry!” I had beaten her. I had tied her up in her own excuses. “There’s every reason to love, because you have to live for the moment. Enjoy loving someone while you still can.”

“So that’s your philosophical comment for the day. Well thank you Plato, but I can make my own decisions. I know for a fact that I cannot trust Harry, after all he’s only scheming and fame hunting.”

“Jane’s he’s sick. He has depression. I know you like helping people, do you really think by dropping him so suddenly you helped him?”

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do, now.” I watched her brush a tear out of her eye. It was like talking to two different people: her reactions didn’t correspond with what she was saying. She broke down in tears, and I ran to comfort her.

“I’m weak.” She said through the sobs.

“Shhh. It’s always tough for everyone. There will be plenty more chances to put things right. You just concentrate on doing what you do best, and everything will fix itself in a little while.” I had pushed her too hard today. This was tough for Jane as well.

**Coming Soon: You can't play on broken strings...**