The Sight || l.h

Chapter Six

Jordan's P.O.V
After a long grueling cry with my mom I decided to head up stares to my room and take a shower. I walked in and Luke was sitting on my bed. Shoot, does he know?
'Jordan, we need to talk' he huffed
I tensed up and pulled my sleeves over my wrists again
'About what?'
'I think you know... Why didn't you tell me!?!??'
'Its not something I could talk about with someone like you!'
'What?!? Someone like me????'
'Yeah, someone who is dead wanting to be alive and human... While I'm alive and human wanting to be dead.'
'Jordan, you can talk to about anything!!! Especially this! I know what the feeling is like, I went through it too! I never told you because you didn't need to here it!'
'Luke-'
'Im going to save you. I will.'
'Why?'
'I love you Jordan, that's why'
Just then his eyes got bluer. More human.
'Your eyes--'
'When I experience human acts with you, I become more alive...'
'Well then, I'm going to save you too.'
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Narrator's P.O.V
Everyday Luke's eyes got bluer and Jordan seemed to be more happy. Until the last day of school before winter break.
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Jordan's P.O.V
I walked into school with a bit better of an attitude as I was a week clean thanks to Luke. I walked towards my locker with some confidence for the first time in a long time. Only for it go out the window. They did it again. My locker was covered in horrible words and disorders. Yeah, they write disorders they think I have on my locker sometimes.... This was my first time back in a week, because my mom wanted me to take some time off and relax. My locker was COVERED and the janitor felt no use in cleaning it. It was a hopeless case. I read each word and illness that was written and my heart broke a bit more with each... I fell to the ground, still awake, though I wish I wasn't. I just didn't have the strength to stay standing. I sat there. Just sat. The bell rang but I couldn't get up. No one bothered to help me either.
I had gathered all the strength I could muster after what felt like years of sitting and just being numb, and I walked to first period. I looked like broken death. That's what I was. I walked through the door and my teacher yelled at me, but I wasn't listening. I walked to the back and sat down with my head on the desk. Some girls giggled quietly but I just sat back up and rolled my eyes. I was done with their shit. I looked one of them in the eyes and said
'What? What did I do that is so freakin hilarious? Huh?'
She didn't reply, she just scoffed and looked away.
'No, tell me! I wanna know! I wanna be able to meet your 'high standards for perfect'! I wanna be cool just like you!!!!' (I was kidding obviously)
'Jordan! Sit down. I won't have any of this in my class.' My teacher said sternly
'Well I won't have any of this!' I yelled exiting the class. I left the school and didn't look back...
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