𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, Twilight.

ii. mercy

Act one ─ romeo and juliet
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ii. MERCY

I've always told myself to be concealed, and never let anyone know what was going on in your mind. It worked for the most part─ no one ever knew how much resentment I held on the inside. But somehow I was never able to keep my opinion to myself. Whether someone asked for it or not, I would comment either way.

This case was no different than any other. I practically kicked and screamed to stay in Vermont- to no avail, of course. My mother Edyth, was very unstable. After the divorce, my mother refused to see another man. It was pathetic, and pitiful how my mother acted as if my father was her life, worth, and destiny. It disturbed me how she still laid in bed every night wallowing in her self-sorrow.

Feeling someone shake me to attention, I pulled out my headphones and looked up from my book to see my mother looking at me expectedly.

"What?" I asked her, confusion wrapped around my vocal chords." I just got off the phone with your new school, you'll start this Monday." She informed me, looking around my newly acclimated room.

"I've never understood your taste in style." She mumbled, shaking her head." Is there anything else?" I ignored her comment.

"Yes, I want you to make friends this year, Jas." My mother sat on the edge of my bed. I sighed and paused my music, taking off my headphones. I marked my place in my book and placed it near my phone.

"Listen, I know you want to be alone, and I know you don't like to socialize, but just- hear me out." She pleaded, shifting a bit on my bed." I think that friends will do you good luck this year. Its the first year you will be alone at school." She reasoned and I scoffed.

"Like I wasn't before?" I questioned rhetorically. She sighed," You know your sisters were always there-."

"No, they weren't there for me. Ebonnie was there for Ashley and Ashley was there for Ebonnie. Malachi doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself." I spoke harshly.

My mother, once again, sighed." Honey, look, I know we've been through a lot these past few months, but we have to work together." She then grabbed my hand." For the both of us." She looked at me with pleading eyes.

I contemplated for a moment, surely I owed my mother this much. She had gone through the troubles of custody, and fighting for my well being, but god I hated people. But, nonetheless, I sighed, and obliged to my mother's wishes.

"Okay, I'll make friends, I'll go out- but I will not get a boyfriend." I reasoned with her, disgust coating my throat. She squealed, clapping her hands and tackling me onto my bed causing me to protest.

"Not a hugger! Mom, not a hugger." I chanted towards her. She laughed at me before getting up and making her way towards the door." Oh, by the way, dinner is in 30 minutes."

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I ran my hand through my freshly washed hair in attempt to style it a bit. No such luck. I sighed in frustration, looking at the analog clock on my wall. I was going to be late if I wasted another damn minute on my hair. I picked my bag up and descended the unfamiliar flight of stairs leading into the living room.