Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter seventeen: If You Love Me, Let Me Go.

Jackson's POV
"Tell me something that makes you sad Jackson", my therapist, Joan, spoke with an apologetic expression on her face. I looked around at my surroundings. A large sign sat on the white door of the room it read, 'Rehabilitation Unit. Room 6. Doctor Joan Reid' . The room was painted all white with glass windows on one wall that allowed you to see the corridor. Joan sat on a small armchair. Opposite her sat me, on a brown leather couch. In between us was a coffee table with file upon file of all of my medication, problems and life.

"A lot of things make me sad, it would be impossible to specify just one of them", I replied sullenly. "Well, tell me a few of those things", she made eye contact with me. It made me incredibly uncomfortable so I shifted my glance to my hands that were placed in my lap. "Ignorance, happiness, the 19th of September", I listed a few. "Why does that date in particular upset you Jackson?", she was now furrowing her eyebrows.

I sighed. "It's the day I met Cynthia", I admitted. "Do you want to explain how you two met?", she asked me. She asks me this question every single session. I decided I was going to tell her. I'd given up hiding it. This was the story of how I died. I needed to let somebody hear it.

"A friend of mine, Blair, brought her to where we all used to meet up. I remember making eye contact with her for the first time. It's like my ability to breathe was suddenly snatched away from me.", I began.

FLASHBACK TO THE DAY THEY MET.
I sat, cigar in hand. Blowing O shaped rings with the smoke. "I heard Blair was bringing a new girl tonight", Hugo told me. I'd hardly call Hugo a friend. I didn't have friends, I just had people that I knew of that considered me their friend. I didn't respond, I stayed silent continuing to blow the shapes. "In fact there she is now", Hugo glanced at me and then to the door. I snapped my head up, wrapping my hand around the end of my cigar, diminishing the fire with my palm.

She turned her head to face me. We made eye contact for what felt like a brief second but turned out to be a couple of minutes as by the time I'd came out of my trans she was stood before me. "Mind if I sit", she asked smirking. I don't know what it was but it felt as if I'd reversed roles with someone. They were intimidating me for a change. Her looks we're doing something to me, I'd never felt like this before.

"Who are you?", I asked still fazed by her. "Cynthia", she answered vaguely. "So you want to be vague with me huh?", I smirked. "If that's not a problem", she shot. "It is a problem as a matter of fact.", I shot back. "Who are you?", she asked. "I'm the tall, tattooed stranger those warnings prepared you for", I replied looking over at Blair and Hugo that were stood on the far side of the room. She followed my glance.

"They weren't enough to scare me away", she spoke confidently. "You see my girl,", I paused. "Since when was I your girl?", she looked a mix of pissed and confused. "Since you walked into this room", I responded chuckling. "I've heard a lot of things about you", her eyes locked onto mine. "I've thought a lot of things about you", I replied inching my face closer to hers. "Oh yeah, like what?", she moved closer to me. "There seems to be something so tragic, yet magic about you.", I admitted. "Maybe you're right. What else have you thought?", she looked down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. "I think that you're as clever as the devil, but ten times as pretty. I think that,", I stopped as my breath hitched and my chest began heaving up and down faster than ever before. "I think that, you want me. In fact I know you want me. You're curious. You want to know the real me.", I said as my breathing remained uneven. "You're mind is a library,", she started observing my face before continuing, "and I want to read all the books", and with that we started to attack each other's mouths.

We blurred out the background comments and cheers. I pulled away, "follow me", I stuttered short for breath. We stood up and I led her down the stairs and into my room. I threw her up against the wall and began peeling off her clothes. She returned the favour of peeling mine off as well.