Dysfunctional (Sequel to Soft Whispers)

Date (pt.2)

"Are you sure you're okay?" Chresanto asked as we walked through the park. After leaving Olive Garden, he thought it was a good idea to walk around for a bit, so no we were at the park. No one was here except for us because it was pretty late.

I moved my hair from my face and nodded a little. 

Sorry, I don't know what happened, I just got this horrible headache for a few minutes. 

Really, Jacob, really?

You really had to pull some shit like that just because you're upset?

"It's okay, you don't have to be sorry. I just wanna make sure you're alright". 

Thank you so much for your concern.

"Not a problem".

I looked up at the stars and breathed in slowly. I suddenly felt Chresanto take my hand in his and I smiled a little. 

"I've never been on a date like this before" he admitted as we walked over to a picnic table and sat down. 

What do you mean?

"I've never taken a girl out to dinner, and taken a walk around the park late at night".

What have you done then?

He rubbed the back of his neck and said, "um, just gone to parites?" He nodded a little, "yeah, the girls in our school don't really like the whole romantic date thing, I guess". 

Oh.

"Yeah".

Well, you're good at it.

He chuckled then, "thanks".

You're welcome.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time and looked at Chresanto.

"Close to eleven, I'm guessing?" 

I nodded. 

He stood up, "alright, let's get you home. I'd hate to get you there late and we both have to hear Rayan go on and on about how he said to be there by eleven".

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Thank you for taking me out on a date, Chresanto.

"You're welcome" he replied, "maybe they'll be more? I mean, if you want to".

 I nodded.

Yeah, I want to.

He smiled, "okay, cool".

Well, thanks again and I'll see you on Monday in the library.

"Is that like our meet up spot now?" 

It can be.

"Oh, okay, I was just wondering but thanks for actually agreeing to go out on a date with me. I appreciate it".

You're welcome.

I slipped my phone into my back pocket and prepared to get out of the car, but Chresanto got out before I did and walked over to my side of the car and opened my door for me.

I smiled at him and climbed out of the car, I held my whiteboard and marker in one hand and with the other, I closed the door. I waived goodbye because I didn't feel like writing it and Chresanto did the same, I began to walk up the walkway but I was pulled back and spun around and I felt Chresanto's lips pressed against mine for the second time tonight. 

I slowly kissed back and the sharp pain returned and I closed my eyes. 

Stop it, Jacob. 

I just hate him so much.

I lightly gripped onto Chresanto's shirt as I continued to kiss him.

Bria, stop it!

You're doing this on purpose now.

I could feel my tears appear, not just because of the excruciating pain that Jacob was causing, but because of how sad he sounded. 

Bria, please.

I suddenly heard someone clear their throat and I pulled away from Chresanto, I turned around and saw Ray standing on the porch. "When you two are done, I'd like to say something".

I felt Chresanto rest his hand on my lower back, "we're done" he said, I looked at him and saw he was wearing a small smile.

"It's past eleven".

"Right, sorry" Chresanto apologized, "bye, Bria".

I waived to him for a second time and walked onto my porch, I walked inside and went right to my room. 

I collapsed on my bed and closed my eyes.

I'm sorry. 

I'm so sorry. 

God, I'm so sorry. 

It's whatever.

Stop making me feel bad. 

I can't. 

I wish I hadn't killed myself. 

Why did I kill myself?

None of this wouldn't be happening if I had just worked with the voices.

They said I didn't have to kill myself, they said I could take the pills. 

Why didn't I take the pills?
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Sorry for any mistakes.
Love,
Me.