Little Lies Big Secrets. (Novella)

Chapter 11||Penny

"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become." ~Jung
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My head hurts. A lot. I blink a few times until my eyes readjust. I'm in my room, I think. It looks like my room but the walls, they're empty. Not empty necessarily but they aren't plastered with my writing. It's all gone. Instead, written on the walls in what I assume is paint are words of affirmation. I rise from my bed and walk up to one of the walls. Written in thick black lines are the words, You are worth it. Around the words are vines and flowers, they spread around my entire room intertwining with all the new affirmations. I feel tears spring to my eyes, I blink to get rid of them.

My door is pushed open and Jay walks in. He sees me by the wall and smiles.

"Those words are right ya know," he smirked at me. I shake my head and continue to stare at my walls. It's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. The question why is still rolling around in my head. I don't think anyone knew about my writing all over my walls. Mom and dad haven't come in my room. Jazzy hasn't been in here since I put the pages up. I guess it doesn't really matter who did it. 

"Come sit," Jay demands, pulling me out of my thoughts. I oblige silently and take a seat on my bed. I tuck my legs under myself because my feet are cold. 

"What happened?" I ask finally breaking my silence. Jay turns and gets more comfortable.

"Well Jazzy said you got freaked out and ran. I was here in your room, you barrelled in here looking like you'd seen a ghost. You passed out before I got the chance to ask what happened. I think you were dehydrated plus you might have had a panic attack." I stare at him wide-eyed. 

"How do you know it was a panic attack?" I mumble. 

"I used to get them." He states simply. I just nod my head, not wanting to get into it without Jazzy here.

"So, who did this?" I ask waving my arm around my room. A smile tugs at Jay's lips.

"I did." 

"You...you did...you did this?" I stutter. 

"Yeah. A few days ago Jazzy came looking for you, apparently, you were out with Cameron," he frowns saying Cameron's name. "But she saw all the pages taped to your walls. She took pictures to show me and ask if I knew what they were about.

I didn't. But some of the things did sound kind of familiar. We decided to take you out of the house so I could take them down and do something for you. It didn't go quite as planned," he chuckles. I smile nervously, feeling guilty.

"Thank you. It's beautiful."  

"Jazz has been waiting for you to wake up. I'm going to get her, you good?" I nod my head as he exits my room. I still can't get over the fact that he did this. That they planned it together. My room has never felt so, safe. I realize I didn't ask Jay what he did with my writing. There may not be good things on those pages, but I still want to keep them.

It doesn't take long for Jazzy to come skipping into my room. She startles me with a bone-crushing hug. 

"I'm super glad you're okay," she says with a smile, "but if you ever do that to me again. I will hurt you."

"I'm sorry." Jazzy grabs my face between her hands, rather hard.

"Don't be sorry. Just don't do it again. Or at least tell a girl where you're going." She huffs at me, releasing my face. I rub my cheek and she rolls her eyes at me.