Rebellious

Injured and Broken

~Chapter Seventeen: Injured and Broken

Roar_Jungle ©~

Pain. Pain is all I can feel at this present moment. It's like a continuous feeling that doesn't go away. I feel numb, almost like nothing can affect me like my Mother's... death. I feel pain, I feel numb. I feel dead.

The heat of the sun is starting to lose its burn and the wind has started again. The tiny hairs on my arms and the visible stubble on my legs seems to have been permanently set to stand up straight. Goose pimples cover every visible surface and my teeth start to chatter slightly as the chilling wind breathes around me.

Bringing my knees to my chest once again, I try to breathe in and out at a steady pace but because of the lump that has lodged itself in my throat and my continuous hiccups, I struggle to breathe properly. Closing my eyes tightly, escaped tears trickle down my cheeks.

"Wh... why me?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. Clenching my eyes tighter, the tears still mange to stream down my cheeks. A throbbing pain paralyzes my wrist and I focus my eyes on the swelling limb. Turning my wrist around so I can see the injury better, the fading light isn't helping. Twinkling stars are beginning to become visible and I can feel the temperature dropping drastically. The biting air is circling me and dew is beginning to form on the grass and flowers.

Where am I?

"Jesse?" Someone with a masculine voice calls from far away. "Jesse?" He calls again. Should I say something? Hell, I don't even know who it is.

"Jesse? Jesse?" A masculine and feminine voice call out at the same time. Who was that? Why do they seem familiar? It's like cotton wool has been stuffed inside my ears but it's weird because I can understand what they are saying yet it's muffled. Like I'm trying to listen to them through ear muffs. Strange, strange, strange. Clenching my left hand, the tendons and veins stand out profusely. My knuckles turn white and I have to relax my hand otherwise it will go dead. Expelling a shaky breath, I try to get my feet. Pins and needles shock my leg and I fall back on my butt. A strangled cry of pain escapes my lips. A few tears slip down my cheeks. Sucking in a breath, I heave myself up off the still warm concrete and stumble forward a couple of steps. Clutching my injured limb to my chest, I start to make my way down the pathway. A sob racks from deep within my throat and I almost step on a dog turd. 'Disgusting' I think bitterly as I just dodge it. A deep frown pulls my eyebrows together and I sigh deeply. Bringing my bottom lip between my teeth, the metallic copper taste fills my taste buds and I cringe. It's horrible taste and the more my brain starts to think about it I gag as the taste becomes more prominent.

"Jesse! There you are! I was worried sick." Gina says as her hands caress my face. Her finger pads wipe away the falling tears. "Oh sweetie." She whispers as she embraces me. Her arms are tight as they hold me against her chest. Her hands strokes my back as she whispers soothing words in my ear.

"Oh, Mum! You found Jes-" Beau cuts himself off as his footsteps fade into nothing. "Aww babe," His hand strokes my back.

Shaking off his hand, I step out of Gina's embrace. A look of hurt and shock settle briefly over her features but then a neutral expression settles permantently.

"I don't need your sympathy." I snap as I take two steps back. 'I just need my Mum.' I think as I continue to take steps back. "I don't need your pity." I spit as I take a few more steps back.

Jogging backwards, I finally turn around and begin to sprint down the concrete pathway. The street lights start to flicker to life as I continue to sprint away from my problems; again. A car speeds down the tar covered ground, the taillights bouncing into the distance. Coming to a sharp stop, I rest my hands on my knees and gasp for air. 'All of this running is exhausting!' I think exasperated.