Crash II

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CHAPTER FOUR
JASON?

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After I hung up the call with Liane I waited out the blueberry muffins and ended the night with watching the first movie I found while channel surfing. So when I wake up in the morning — more like afternoon —  the T.V. is still on; a scene of a group of four people bent over a decomposing human remains as they examine it large and colorful on the screen.

Leaning over, to the edge of the sofa, I reached over for my phone that I placed down on the coffee table before I fell asleep. There are no texts or missed calls. Then again why would there be any? It's not like I have many friends; there's only Liane, and Brian and Cece, but they're more so coworkers than actual friends.

The time reads 5:37pm reminding me that I should start getting ready for work, but as I lay on the living room sofa and stare at the human remains on the T.V. I become more and more consumed with the thought of Jason and that girl. I don't want to see him, or her, ever again.  Biting my lip, I clicked the massaging app and opened the conversation I've had previously with Cece. Without much thought I quickly typed out I threw up when I got home. Stomach feels squeeze. Wont be able to come in today. and letting myself overthink the whole message, I pressed send.

Laying there for few more brief minutes, the sudden urge to pee overwhelmed my body and leaping up from the sofa I rushed out of the living room and towards the bathroom. Throwing the door open, I didn't even care about the coldness of the tiles as I hurriedly pulled down my panties and sat down on the toilet. Glad to having made it in time.

After I'm done, I washed my hands and face, brushing my teeth afterwards. Drying off my mouth, I stared in the bathroom mirror for what felt like ages. Each time I could look in a mirror I felt like I looked even more exhausted. But exhausted from what? Not sleeping during the night as I'm working then or because of Jason? Shaking my head, I turned away from the reflection and left the bathroom; closing the door behind me.

Walking inside of the kitchen, I put the electric cattle on as I turned towards making myself a cup of coffee with milk. The one good thing to come out of this whole mess was me gaining my appetite back. After I was released from the hospital, I went on a small binger and I ate all the junk food I could get my hands on. It actually felt like I hadn't ate for a decade. After I had gotten that out of my system, I turned back to all of my baking and cooking recipes; bringing out all the pots and pans once again as I had a new found love for it all. And from that day I have made either dinner or lunch, or whatever and I'm yet to break the streak.

The kettle came to a bubbling stop, the button clicking off as it brought me out of my thoughts. Reaching over to the kitchen appliance, I poured the hot water inside of the mug and after placing it back in its spot, I poured the milk inside of it; mixing all of the ingredients together. Taking two of the muffins and the toast that I made while waiting for the water to heat up, I grabbed my cup of coffee and walked back inside the living room; settling down on the sofa and pulling my legs up.

I've missed this and a relaxing morning like this has definitely been long overdue. Might even fake the sickness tomorrow too.

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Few hours later I was once again standing in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom as I smoothed out the black, skin tight dress that reached just a little bit below my butt. Heaving a heavy sigh and tilting my head slightly to the left side I sadly stared at my reflection.