SHE (On hold)

Chapter 7-achievement

I wrote Aunt Summer an email just to check on how she is doing with her new and hopefully more peaceful, less stressful life and also not forgetting my update to her about the situation at home, and my life. She still cared, even through all this. Why??? I would never know. And this feeling of hers is something I can never comprehend.

The day went as planned and school always whizzed by me. And I headed to the poets club, to give my poem submission on life.

I took time to write it and it wasn't that bad of an effort. I would like to hear what Jake has to say about it.

" brilliant....so how long did you spend writing this ?" he questioned with a slight grin.

" about two hours. Is it........ Bad? " I asked unsure what to make of his expression.

He took a deep breath. He needs to cut the drama. It would save some time.

" I don't know how to put it to you. Its bloody good mate" . He said faking an English accent.

He needs to work on that as well.

" thanks, so is there anything else ? I need to be somewhere actually" I asked as politely as I could signaling to the door hoping he would understand my urgency.

" yea you can go ahead man. No problem. So who's your girlfriend? " he asked with a wink.

At this point, having a friend in my life is already an achievement. And here we have dear Jake who thinks I have a girlfriend, he has to work on his humor as well along with his accents.

" its Megan, and I assure you, we're only friends." I said looking straight into his eye.

" Megan huh? Good luck mate. Many guys have tried to get to her around here especially because she's new,but she won't fall for any of them. "

This conversation was pointless. I said my goodbye to him and I left to meet Megan.

At the hospital, Megan was awake.

" better now? " I asked entering the room.

" yeah, but still a little tired". She said with a smile and leaned her head back.

Her lips have cracked and my guess is that she has not been drinking enough water.

" why are you here, shouldn't you be writing poems or something?" she asked crossing her arms and adjusting her posture.

Well someone is apparently defensive for no reason.

" then what are friends for? And incase you don't know, you sort of suck at telling lies and I've already seen the scars on your wrists." I said as gently as I could trying not to offend her.

She zoned out, staring into blank space, most probably replaying the memories of her cuts and the incidents that led to them.

" errrr, Megan, you alright? " I said waving my hand in front of her.

" yeah I am fine" she said bluntly.

If she's still attempting to play it low with her feelings, she is clearly failing at it

" you're not fine, stop trying to lie to me, its pointless. What do you think about strawberry cheesecake at the Nest? My treat" I asked with a slight smile.

" ugh thank god, the hospital food sucks? " she said signaling the tray of unfinished food next to her.

" I'm just getting you to eat, I mean, you hardly eat anything to begin with. "

I hope this is where she understands that we're friends. From all the research on the internet and through movies, I've provided enough signs to show that I'm a friend. The usual pointing out the sheer facts, blunt remarks and the obvious care.