Never There ~ A Jelsa Story~

Ten; Messages

Warning: If you support Jelsa, read this paragraph at your own risk, and please read slowly if you do, I do not want to be responsible for any shocks where you drop your device on the floor and scream at the broken screen, "WHY?!?! WHY DID SHE DO THIS TO ME?!" Thank you for reading.

Eventually, we found a camp bed and we placed it in my room. "There, done. Shall we hit the haystack now?"

"You're joking, right?"

"Jack, I don't want to do anything else tonight, not even watch a film. I'm tired, alright?" I snapped, and then saw his hurt face and added, "But early tomorrow morning why don't we watch a film?"

"Fine, let's sleep now then..." he replied, tucking himself into my camp bed. "Goodnight, El." 

"Goodnight!" I waited for him to close his eyes, and then grabbed a few clothes, my toothbrush and toothpaste and dashed to the bathroom to get ready for bed like I normally did. I had a quick shower, and then started taking the dirty clothes off and putting the new ones when the door opened (I had a problem with my lock, but usually it didn't matter because either I didn't have anyone staying, or it was my family and I didn't mind much if they opened it by chance). "Jack? Don't come in!" I screamed at him and I slammed the door shut and changed almost as quickly as lightning and opened the door to see Jack on the ground, grabbing his arm as if it was hurt. "Jack? What's wrong?" I asked, panicking that something had happened to him. 

"M-my arm! You slammed the door and it caught my arm..." he stammered and I sat beside him and stroked his arm. 

"Jack! I'm so sorry! I didn't want to hurt it, I didn't, I truly didn't!" I told him, leaking tears onto his hurting arm, reduced to tears at the thought that I may have broken his arm by panicking about him seeing me in my pyjamas, and at the fact that he thought I had done it deliberately. "I'll get an ambulance!" I dialled the emergency services and asked for the ambulance to come to my address and they say that they will come immediately. I hugged him tightly and said that I would never do it again to him, as long as I lived but he just looked at the ground. 

The paramedics arrived and I opened the door, telling them all that had happened, looking rather guilty. I watched on as they tended to Jack's arm and at several points, he squealed in pain as they tried to move his arm into a better position. I wiped away several tears, but more fell and I knew that Jack would never love me quite the same as he had before. My careless ways had hurt him physically and mentally and it was all my fault. At that moment, I hated myself more than I had ever done before.