Infinite

The Truth Pt. 1

It started on my 15th birthday...
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Trigger warning ⚠️: I just seriously would skip this chapter if you eat triggered easily. I'm sorry.

I didn't sleep that night. I wish I would have. I know Dan was trying his best, but his mental state was no better than mine. Though I wished it was. He is such a good guy.

I unlocked my phone and squinted at the lock screen, checking the time. It read only 8:43 AM, which is early for me. Even though I worked at a cafe, I normally didn't come in until around noon.

I groaned and shut my phone back off, rolling over. I didn't want to get out of bed.

Then my door swung open and Phil stood in the doorway. He had a mischievous glint in his eye, though he wasn't smirking. He almost reminded me of the old Jackie. The Jackie I knew before I ruined him.

Phil must have noticed some sort of change in my face or posture (even though I was trying to keep it under control) because he finally said, "Mary, get your ass up. We're going on an adventure."

I smiled a bit and gasped, which turned into a yawn. Phil chuckled, and I replied, "Phillip Micheal Lester! Such language!"

He pretended to look scared and whispered loudly, "Don't tell my mom!"

"I don't even have your moms number."

"Really?"

"I know. I used to, but..."

I sighed dramatically and got out of bed. I probably was starting to remind Phil of those annoying characters from the novels we used to read together. The kind who had sketchy backgrounds and a difficulty opening up to people.

We used to find them so annoying. We would mock them and groan when they were being (obviously) stupid.

Yet I had become them.

Phil clapped his hands to get my attention back, and I offered him the best smile I could. He shook his head teasingly and sighed. "Boy, do we have work to do." Then he turned and left, probably heading for the kitchen.

"Hurry up!"

I giggled and pulled on the nicest clothes I had. I normally didn't care what I wore, but when I went out, I tried to always look my best. Otherwise, I feel like I'm being judged.

I was just finishing brushing my hair when I noticed a pin glinting at me from my bag. I grumbled and went to shut it when I realized what it was.

My #1 Wifey pin. I stared at it for...forever.

I didn't even remember bringing it. I didn't remember keeping it.

Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders and I was jolted almost painfully out of my trance. I looked up.

"You ready?"

I looked in those concerned brown eyes and tried my best to smile.

"I'm ready."

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"What the hell is wrong with her, you think?" Phil asked, pointing at a line in the novel. It was a pretty long sentence, describing the main character. Even the font looked overly dramatic for the novel.

I laughed. "She's probably going to be another pathetic attempt at a "relatable" character." Phil nodded, then began to read the line out loud.

"I just wish I could tell someone, anyone, the amount of pain that I had suffered through the years, just to make them understand." He stopped and looked at me. "I feel like I've heard that before..." he pretended to think real hard, one hand holding up his head and tapping his chin with one finger, the other holding our place in the book.