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20. lιlyjane joнnѕon

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To say I was shocked was a big understatement. She looked up at me worried filled her eyes.

"LilyJane?" She asked. For a moment, I looked at her and my body was frozen, not a single muscle was moving. That voice never heard, but it was like she was with me the whole time.

The reassuring feeling you get when you see them. I hate that she had the power to do that with me. Even if she didn't know it, she still had the power.

She was fixing her hair and I honestly say that she looks like a slut. She looked at me about to speak, when suddenly the desk man spoke. I refuse to speak but it didn't seem to matter to any of them. To anyone.

"I need you to sign her out" He said boringly. She turned around and started to sign.

"Why are you here?" I asked, my anger dripping like venom in my voice. After she was done she turned around, grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the school not saying anything. Once we were out I harsh fully get out of her hold and look at her as she walks forward.

"What are you doing here?!?" I yell at her. She continues to walk forward ignoring my question. I run to her and turn her around forcefully.

"What do you want?" I demand. In response, she looks at me hard.

"Come with me" She answers simply. She turns back around but I turn her back around.

"Why?! Why are you here?!" I yell. I feel the pit in my stomach again. And this time I didn't hold back. I was panting and shaking with anger. She walked up to me and put her arms around me and in a split second get out her hold.

"Get off me!" I scream. She looks at me hurt before covering it up.

"You need to calm down. Getting mad won't get you anywhere" She spoke calmly. I close my eyes breathing in and out. Then open my eyes and look at her. She reminded me of me. Which I disgraced at this moment. I thought of when I was talking to Aiden about anger.

"What happened to J?!?" I yelled. I grab her shoulders firmly and look at her.

"He's in the hospital." She answered heartlessly. I stood there in the state of shock but recovered quick enough to follow her to the car and we speed to the hospital with the silence consuming us with our unfiltered thoughts to think about.

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I run through the doors and walk to the front desk. A woman who looked no older than thirty was on her phone.

"May I visit Jackson Johnson" I asked. She didn't hear me and laughed at something in her phone. I tapped on the desk harshly.

"Yeah? Hello? I'd like to visit Jackson Johnson, I'm his sister. What room is he in?" I asked evident that I was lacking patience. She looks at me in disgust and looks at the computer in front of her.

"Room 201" She answers snidely. I run to the stairs and run up the flights. Forget the elevator. I ran into the second floor and to 201. When I walked in there J layed. His eyes closed. I walked up to him, he looked so..vulnerable. He was beating up badly. He had a black eye, stitches on the top of his face, and a cast on his leg which was elevated.

I looked down and him and this time I fall on my knees and cry. I cry and cry. It felt like forever. My walls broken and I was vulnerable as well.

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-Mae.