XXIII. The other Jess
I was sick. I got really drunk yesterday, whole day. It was Angel’s first monthsary. I can’t even move from the floor I passed out to.
My phone rang for a couple of times. I couldn’t care less.
Someone’s knocking. Louder. Then the keys made its trick with the doors, it opened.
Angel: Jess! Jess? Where are you?
Here! I screamed inside my head. No sound came out.
Angel: Jess. Are you okay? Why are you here? Help!
I smiled. I told her I was drunk. She asked the guards to leave us. She helped me out, fed me, and dressed me.
Angel: Why did you do this?
Jess: I was bored.
Angel: Stupidhead.
Jess’: Angel, don’t go.
Angel: I wouldn’t. You should have never asked.
She helped me all weekend. I recovered. She even filed absence from work.
Jess’: I still care.
Angel: I know. I’m sorry.
