I Don't Want Your Help...

|Chapter Two| Ending The Pain

   |Chapter Two| Ending The Pain

     "What happened to your eye?" Jazz questioned me, but, she knew. I know that she knew why I'm so bruised up.

     "Ran into a tree." The lie slipped out easily. I didn't even care if it was one of the same old excuses, she already knew. So why even try to hide it by using a good excuse. 

     Jazz had walked in on one of the first 'meet-ups' with Dash and his group. Of course, I made her promise not to tell Mom and Dad. I had told her that I was going to solve it, but I never did. I always was and still am a huge coward. There was no way that I could have gotten them to stop anyway. Jazz knows that they didn't stop, but didn't say anything.

     Mostly, I'm grateful that she didn't bring up the fact that she knew how I was lying. I was happy that she did as I requested, that I could trust her.... 

     But, part of me was disapointed. As if I wanted her to tell someone, anyone, about the bullying. Part of me wanted her to get me help, to notice that I wasn't all right, to help me.... But she didn't. She kept her word and kept it a secret. She didn't get help, nor tell anyone.

     I know i'm trying to hide it, but.... I wish someone would notice how I'm not okay...

     "Danny...." Jazz trailed off, looking at my skinny body. I knew that was enough for her to confirm it. The fact that Dash and the others were still 'bullying' me at school, this was enough for her to know for sure that it's still going on. After all, I'm only in boxers because they stole my clothes, so my stab wounds from Kwan and the bruises were fully visible to her.

     "I'm going to bed." I didn't wait for her to answer. Leaving my spot by the door, blood mixed with water dripped off me and onto the bright blue carpet, effectively staining it. 

     "Wait--" Jazz grabbed a plate of food that was on the coffee table next to her and handed it to me with a desperate look on her face. "Please, Danny, please eat this. Or at least some of it!"

     I stared at the food as dread filled my stomach. It was a piece of chicken along with some salad on the side. It wasn't much, just too much for me.

     "O-okay... I'll try...." The relief showed on her face as I took the plate from her. Moving slowly and carefully so to not agitate my wounds, I make my up the stairs and to my room. 

     Closing the door quietly so I don't wait my parents, I go to sit on the bed.

     "A waste of space!' Dash grinned. "No one cares about you, no one. It's all a lie, it's always been just to mess with you!" Dash's words echo through my mind. 

     He was right.

     The bed's warmth surrounds me as I sink into it's covers. It's so soft... Yet, here I am, never sleeping in it because I'm always out in my ghost form... I was just wasting it...

     Setting the plate of food from Jazz in front of me on the bed, I feel my stomach start to churn. 

     For Jazz, this is for Jazz. She's worried about me, so I have to...

     I pick up the chicken with my hand, the smell reaches my nose, and I immediately begin to feel nauseous. I feel as though my world is starting to spin as I force myself to take a bite. I feel as my teeth grab onto the skin of the chicken, then grip the meat. My sensitive hearing allowed me to hear it as each layer of meat in the chicken ripped apart in my one bite. 

     Dropping the chicken back onto the plate, I close my eyes as I chew a small peice. Disgusting, There was no way I would be able to swallow this...