True Love Is Rare

Chapter 2

I was putting my books in my locker when it was slammed closed, which made me jump in surprise.

I looked to see who it was then sigh and just walked away but fell as I was tripped.

I sigh "leave me alone Stephanie I just want to go home" she laughs then shakes her head "you can't I want to take you to the girls locker room to apologize to you".

I shake my head "I'm not stupid Stephanie I know you will probably take me to the locker room just to embarrass me", I said to her.

Stephanie growls and then stomps away I get up from the ground opening my locker back up then finish putting my stuff in the locker then walking out the school building and towards my house.

I walked along following the concrete path as the trees waved in the wind.

As I reached my street it made me look at the houses that stood strong, tall, and proud no matter how long they have been standing.

I sigh and looked at the house that belonged to me and my family then glanced at the house next door which brought me to tears, I could never bring myself to look at it after what happened.

I quickly walked in the house closing the door behind me then quietly tried to walk up the stairs to my room.

Unforunetly my parents heard me come in the house and called me into the living room , walking into the room I noticed some familiar adults sitting on the couch.

"You guys called me?" My mom smiled nodding "yes we did call dear we want you to meet someone" she said then looked at my dad in tears "tell her Richard" she said grabbing his arm trying not to cry.

He sighs then started crying "yes of course, (Y/N) we want you to meet Jackson " he said pointing to a boy on the other side of the room a boy I thought I would never see outside of school again.

I looked at Jackson and then thought to myself 'he is the one who saved me from Stephanie today ......he was my romeo'.

"Why do you want me to meet Jackson?" I asked them quietly, then they pulled me away to the kitchen then said to me, " we all know you loved him and you blame yourself for what happened but darling, his parents think it would be a good idea to have him around you to see if it would spark his memories".

I looked out at the boy I love with all my heart, then look at my dad as he sighed "darling his parents have tried everything, they didnt want to force anything on him. They thought that since they havent had any luck they try letting him hang out with you to see if it would spark some kind of reaction.

I sigh as he told me the plan they had made, it made me sad and want to cry then I clear my throat trying to keep it together "and what if this plan doesn't work, what then?".

I asked them but they just looked at each other then to Jacksons parents who stood in the living room next to Jackson sighing before my mother said "they said, they were going to put him in a mental institute".

That made me loose it and the tears began to fall, I quickly ran from the kitchen up the stairs to my room.

Slamming the door behind me I just cry then turned on my Bluetooth speaker as it started playing my favorite song playlist.

I turn it up as loud as I could possibly make the speaker then sat in the corner of my room crying softly.

I whipped my tears away as I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

I got up from the ground and walked over to the door opening it to see Jackson.

I paused the music with the remote I had in my hand and looked down "can I help you?" I asked him wondering why he was up here.

I was confused when all he did was walk into my room and started the radio again and the song that was paused continued.

I stood at the door watching him then sigh looking down letting him mess with my speaker.

"This looks familiar" I heard him say quietly which made me look up at him "what?" was all I could say.

Jackson looked at me then back down to the speaker "I know this " he said louder then sat on the floor beside the bed ; his favorite spot before the accident.

When he sat down in that spot it made me tense up and clear my throat as I tried not to cry then heard him say "I have been here but why when this is your room".

I stayed quiet because I thought it was just nothing until he said "lay down on the bed please" so I did as he asked and laid down.

I watch Jackson as he got up from the ground and moved me to where my head and feet were laying off the sides of the bed.

I started crying getting up from the bed then hit the wall sliding down till I was sitting on the floor back against the wall crying.

I shake my head as I cried then flinched as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you ok?" I heard a sweet voice ask me , I look up at Jackson as I cried "you....the speaker....the spot.....why?" I asked him in tears.

Jackson looked at me then looked away "I remember these things........... why your things? It makes no sense".

I got up and walked over to the nightstand next to my bed then pulled out a picture frame from the drawer then hugged the picture.

I jump as I heard Jackson "what is that your holding?" I blush at the embarassment then sigh.

"You remember these things because you used to do those things" I said the handed him the picture.

I watched his face as he looked over the picture of us; he was sitting on the floor and I was laying on the bed while the music played.

"You were my romeo but one night I was sick and you wanted to come see me but on your way over a drunk driver hit you ".

I couldn't look up at him as I told the story so, I took a deep breathe and continued.

"You were hospitalized, when the doctor said you wouldn't remember anything beside who you were and who your family was it made me want to die" I cried as I finished tell him the story.

Jackson looked at the picture then at me "what were you to me?" He asked me.

I looked up at him finally and sigh telling him "I want to tell you Jackson but I can't you have to remember on your own thats just how these things work".

I walked over to him placing my hand on his cheek then kissed his forehead "you have to go but take that" I said as I pointed to the framed picture in his hands.

Jackson nods taking the picture and leaves with his family, and as soon as he walked out the front door I closed my bedroom door.

I turned to the window and opened it then went over to my phone, playing a song I thought I would never hear again.

I smile and tear up as the song played it was our song ..... ours .... but it was taken from us and its all my fault he is this way.