Mend My Heart (Currently being edited)

Mend My Heart: Chapter 6

I hope you guys liked the last chapter 'cause it only gets better from there! Adrian, gosh, isn't he so dreamy??? *sigh*

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The next day was pretty boring, as usual. I couldn't sit through it and expect to stay sane, so I read a book through almost every class. All the teachers, knowing perfectly well about my "condition" no thanks to my mother, didn't say anything for fear of upsetting me. I didn't like that, considering I wasn't going to fucking throw myself of a bridge or jump in front of a moving soon-to-be-yellow-and-RED bus. I was just having a hard time coping. I wasn't a piece of glass, I was a girl. And I wished everyone would start treating me like one.

My usual crappy day goes like this: go to class, go to another class, and another, and another, then yay! LUNCH TIME! Then another class, then another class, and then the last class.

But that day, I actually got to witness my first sighting of jock bullying. It was total cliche bullying too: stuffing a kid in a trash can. I wasn't too thrilled about the bullying, but hey. I couldn't take on five grown boys. I barely weighed 135. They had to all be 6'2 and 220 pounds. Pretty big dudes.

I was on the way to lunch when it happened. I was starving, my stomach yelling at me for sustenance, when I heard the kid screaming at the top of his lungs. It surprised me that that kind of yelling hadn’t alerted the teachers to what was happening. Apparently they were on lunch break, or something.

"No, no, no, no, no! Please! Don't touch me! Stop!" The kid, about 15 years old, short, thin and wiry, was fighting hard to get out of two of the dudes' grip. The other two were holding open the trash can.

I contemplated doing something, but again. These were big dudes.

Then the boy looked at me. When the kid saw me, he yelled for my help, his eyes blossoming with hope. "Please! Make them stop! Get them to leave me alone, stop! Please! Don't put me in there! Please, help!"

I gave him a sympathetic look and kept walking. I immediately felt bad afterwards. I should have done something, I thought. I should have stopped them. That kid doesn’t deserve what’s happening to him.

Before I went into the cafeteria, I stopped and looked back. The five boys were doubled over in laughter. The kid had pulled himself out of the trash can and was silently crying. He was covered in what looked to be gum and old yogurt.

I felt bad for him. My regret deepened when he looked at me with an expression of utmost hatred. He hated me. I had left him to get bullied, and now he hated me. Despised me.

I walked home, regret and turmoil weighing me down. When I got home, I ran up to my room and burst into tears.

"What's wrong, love?"

I felt his hand on my back. I shook my head. "I am a terrible person who will burn in hell for all of eternity!"

"What? Of course you're aren't a terrible person. You're the best person I know!"

I sat up and looked at him. He was as beautiful as he always was. His blue eyes sparkling with emotion.

"I let him get bulllied. I left that kid in the hallway to get thrown into a trash can. That makes me a terrible person." I wiped the tears from my eyes.

Jake softened. He stroked my cheek. "You are not a terrible person. You were just confused and scared. The old Jamie would have punched all their lights out and made sure no one picked on that kid again."

"I"M NOT THE OLD JAMIE!"

Jake winced.

My eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Jake. I didn't mean to yell at you. I've had a rough day and--"

"It's okay, love. I'm not mad at you. You have every right to scream and yell. This whole situation has been messed up. Give yourself some credit."

I laughed with no real humor. "Give me some credit? Yeah right. I'm talking to my dead boyfriend. That deserves a room in a mental hospital, not fucking credit."

“Don’t say that, Jamie,” Jake growled.

Just then, my mom opened the door to my room. "Jamie, are you alright? I thought I heard you yelling."

I looked at where Jake had been moments before. He was gone.

"Yeah mom, I'm fine." Just dandy.