Only Slightly Depressed

Three

Jackie POV: (bet y'all were hoping for something from Jamie? Nope I'm just that cruel)

I woke up in my bed, my head hurt like fuck and my vision swimming. I slowly sat up and reached my hand to my head. There were ... bandages on it.

Carefully I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was wearing my favorite pair of pyjamas, blue with lots of rainbows and unicorns all across them.

I was really confused, but I was even more confused when I heard my step mom's voice, "Jackie, sweetie, are up yet?"

What was going on?

Then it hit me like a brick in the face (sorry not sorry). How could I have forgotten? She was being nice to me.

That explained all my confusions of the morning.

I groaned slightly as I slowly pulled the bandages off my head. I looked in the mirror and I was a mess, not only did I have severe bed head, but I had blood strewn throughout my black hairhairI pulled off my pyjamas and climbed into the shower. I turned on the water and immediately started scrubbing all the blood out of my hair.

After all the blood was cleaned along with the rest of my body, I climbed out and wrapped a towel around me. I walked to my bedroom and pulled on a pink t-shirt, a blue skirt and purple leggings, then I grabbed a pair of purple socks.

I walked back to the bathroom, grabbed a brush and started to work through the knotty mess that was my hair.

Once I had managed to wrestle my hair into a braid, I walked back to my bedroom and pulled on my pink and blue, sparkly high tops before I walked downstairs to see my step mom had made eggs and bacon. I was seriously getting a little freaked out with this whole "being nice" act. I couldn't tell if she was actually, genuinely concerned for me and loving or if she was just trying to get to me. If it was the second, then it was working.

"What's all this?" I asked and she looked up at me, "I made you some breakfast, now eat up or you'll miss the bus."

I eyed her suspiciously, but ate my food, cautiously. When I finished eating, I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that I still had 20 minutes till I had to be at the bus stop. So I grabbed my backpack, and took my time walking to the bus stop.

No, I didn't forget Jamie–in fact they were all I could think about, as cliché as that sounds. No, I was not in love with Jamie, I was just curious would they be back on the bus today? Would they tell me their gender or at least what pronouns to use.

You could say I was a little preoccupied when the bus rolled to a stop in front of me and I climbed up the steps.

Jamie POV:

"No." I whispered, my voice hoarse and I started to thrash around as much as I could with an arm in a black cast and a brace on my neck.

--Flashback--

I had finally made a friend. His name was Ben and he was the nicest person I had ever met. 

I had had him over for a sleepover one day. Naturally, Aaron hated him and didn't think I deserved any friends at all. So Aaron decided he would talk to Ben.

Aaron grabbed my only friend's hand and dragged him outside.

I wasn't sure what happened while those two were outside, but when Ben didn't come in with Aaron, I got worried. I ran outside just in time to see my only friend, who was laying in the middle of the road, get hit by a car. I screamed and my mom came running outside to see the problem. She freaked along with me and the car stopped, the people inside running out and fretting over the small male figure that had gone limp.

Then we were in a strange car, driving to the hospital. We got there and I just kinda sat there, staring at the white walls. At some point Ben's parents must've arrived at the waiting room too, but I hadn't noticed. It wasn't until I was sitting on the ground next to the hospital bed that held my only friend, that I fully cam to my senses as to what had happened.

I started crying. I just broke down and I probably sat there for hours just crying. And when I finally did run out of tears I just wiped my eyes and sniffled.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up, right into my mom's chocolate brown eyes. "How're ya doing, buddy?" She asked me.

I smiled, smiled a smile that could hide my thousands of tears. Though my face was smiling, I was broken on the inside, crying, screaming, dying. But I didn't show any of this. "Me? I'm just fine. It's not like I'm the one who got hit by a car." My mom nodded at this and sat back down in her chair directly behind me.

Then a doctor finally came in and looked first at me, with these big, sad eyes. Then he turned his gaze to Ben's parents.

The funeral was a couple weeks later, but I didn't cry. No, I couldn't cry, not with the numb, empty feeling that had filled me since Ben's death.

The day of the funeral I vowed to never get too close to anyone again because Ben hadn't been the first, though he'd been the first to die. I figured if everyone who got close to me got hurt then I would just not get close to anyone anymore, I wouldn't open up about anything. I wouldn't make any moves to make people want to be my friend. That way I couldn't and would't hurt anyone.

--End-Flashback--

When I opened my eyes again I wanted to cry because there, before them was none other than Ben.