Mend My Heart (Currently being edited)

Mend My Heart: Chapter 3

So this chapter kind of shows you the vulnerable side of Jamie...sad, I know. But, nonetheless, it is inevitable.

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 I shoved my room door open and waddled in, struggling to take off my wet snow boots. I was exhausted and officially hated therapists. The only thing she succeeded in doing was making me feel worse.

I grabbed a scrunchy off my desk and put my hair up into a sloppy bun. I sighed, sat on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes tight.

“How did it go?”

—Boom! I screamed, my back hitting the floor hard. I had, once again, fallen off the bed at the sound of his voice. I lay there dazed. The moment his head popped over the side of the bed, my face broke into a smile so big, I thought my cheeks would crack.

“Jake!” I yelled and jumped up, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him. “I missed you!”

He chuckled. “It’s only been twelve hours!”

“Yeah, but you’re not at school anymore.” I ducked my head. “I get lonely.”

Jake sighed. “Sweetheart, I may be dead, but you’re not. At least start acting like you are alive. You might as well be a zombie.”

Tears welled up. I wrenched myself from his arms and threw my body backwards onto my bed. “I’m stuck here without you! I’m gonna die alone now, because you’re not here!”

I burst into horrific sobs. Jake reached for me and I immediately jumped into his embrace. “Do you remember the first time you saw me?"

“Of course I do, how can I forget? It was in English cla—“

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” I knew what he meant. He meant the first time I saw him after he died. I could never forget.

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I sat on the couch, wondering what was taking him so long. I looked down at my watch. Hour and a half. That’s how long it had been since Jake left. Jake was never one to take forever. My parents were in the kitchen, talking about some financial stuff when there was a knock on the door.

Huh, that was weird, considering Jake just walks in. He never bothers knocking on the door.

“Sweetheart, will you get that?”

I jumped up and hopped to the door. Opening it to find Jake’s brother, Steven, was the worst thing that had happened to me in my life. Steven’s blonde hair, just like Jake’s, shimmered in the porch light. His blue eyes sparkled with tears.

A lump rose in my throat and my heart pounded. My knees got weak and I knew, I just wanted my instincts to be wrong.

“Steven, what’s wrong? What happened?”

My parents, no doubt hearing Steven’s sobs and my interrogating, came to investigate.

“He’s gone,” Steven choked. “His truck slid on ice. It wrapped around a pole. He’s gone, he’s really gone.”

I didn’t even register my mother’s horrified gasp. I just couldn’t take it. I collapsed right there. Feinted on the spot.

Gone? Dead? No, he couldn’t be. I had just talked to him an hour and a half ago. I had just kissed him as he left my house. He couldn't be gone. It just wasn't possible.

When I awoke, I was in my bed, alone. I heard my parents frantically talking down stairs, but no longer cared what they said. I no longer really cared about anything. My world just seemed to dim around me.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” I heard his voice float to me from the arm chair.

“Jake!”

I jumped up. Relief flooded every particle in my body. Every part of me jumped for joy at the revelation that Jake wasn’t really gone. Of course he wasn’t dead, that was absurd. I had to call Steven and tell him they had misidentified whoever HAD wrapped their car around a pole.

Jake stood up. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

“You’re alive! You had me so worried! Steven told me were dead and I just knew it couldn’t be true, and now you’re here and it was all just a stupid nightmare and—”

Jake put his finger on my lips to stop me from talking.

“Sweetheart, it wasn’t a nightmare. I really am dead.”

I smiled and playfully punched his arm. “Shut up Jake. It isn’t a joke. Don’t play around like that. Your brother was crying. Did you already call your family and get a hold with them?”

Jake’s face looked grim but gentle. “Jamie, I really am dead. You’re hallucinating me right now. I’m a figment of your imagination.”

That feeling of overwhelming sadness crept over me again and the tears streamed down my face. “No, you’re lying to me,” I sniffed, shaking my head violently. “If you were a hallucination, I wouldn’t be able to touch you.” I countered.

“We aren’t really touching, my love. It’s just your brain telling you we are. I’m not really here.”

And I collapsed into fits of sobs.

Jake's arms wrapped around me, holding me the way I loved. Or at least, my brain thought he was holding me.“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be here as long as you need me.”

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I was in Jake’s truck. He was smiling at me and laughing, but I couldn’t hear anything he said. His lips moved, seemingly asking a question, but I couldn’t hear him. No sound came from his lips.

When I tried to ask what was happening, the words wouldn’t leave my lips. I couldn’t speak. I grabbed my throat, trying to call out to Jake. Jake’s eyebrows knit in hurt and he floored it. We went speeding down a road, too fast to be possible.

What was happening? This had to be a dream. Oh God, I was suffocating. I held my throat, trying desperately to get some air into my lungs, but I couldn’t. I was dying, please help me, Lord! I looked forward, just as Jake and I crashed the car!

I sat up, trying my best to catch my breath. My heart was pounding and my head hurt from hours of crying myself to sleep. I stood up and shakily made my way downstairs.

Digging in the cabinets, I pulled out a glass, filling it with water. I sipped it, trying to control my harsh breathing.

I sighed. When was this pain going to end?