Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
roslyn- bon iver & st. vincent
| wings wouldn't help you down
down towards the ground |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
4:40am

my eyes lightly fluttered opened, seeing lights shining bright in my eyes. my entire face scrunched from the pain it caused in my head.

my heart began to increase its pace, my chest starting to quickly breathe in and out.

slowly, my eyes started to adjust to the light, allowing my vision to clear up.

"shh." a voice calmed my nerves, the feeling of a warm hand rested over my own hand in attempt to comfort me. "stay calm." his voice was light.

my eyes shifted slowly, seeing grayson sitting on a chair next to the bed I was laying in. "grayson?" my voice filled with panic, not understanding what was happening.

his eyes stayed pinned on mine, wanting me to listen to him. "just stay calm, okay?" his other hand covered mine, now holding my hand in both of his.

listening to his words, I looked back up to the ceiling. I swallowed the air stuck in my throat, then exhaled a shaky breath in attempt to calm myself down.

but it didn't work.

I could feel my face get heated as my muscles tightened, like it does before you cry. "why does my body hurt so bad." my voice was like a whisper as my eyes shifted back towards him.

his jaw tightened as he looked down, like he was hesitating on which words to use. he looked back up to me, his tongue breaking apart his lips as he licked them nervously. "you were in an accident."

I blinked a couple of times as I let his words process in my head. "what?" both of my eyebrows were narrowed as I looked at the environment around me.

the dull room, the uncomfortable bed sheets, the bright lights. I was in a hospital.

his hand rubbed mine for comfort, trying his best to keep me calm. "we can talk in a little bit, just get some rest." his voice was almost like whisper, like he was getting emotional.

"no." my voice was stern. "tell me what's going on." my voice was shaky, but direct as a gloss formed in my eyes.

he shook his head as he looked down, both of his hands letting go of mine as stress took over his body.

his eyes stayed looking down at the bed, his tongue licking the inside of his cheek as he thought to himself.

"you got shot, jaylee." his eyes shifted back up to me.
"your heart instantly stopped." he tucked his lips inwards, rubbing them together.

both of my eyebrows stayed sharply narrowed as my lips split apart in a confused manner.

my brain tried to puzzle all of the puzzle pieces together, trying to understand how this was possible, but I couldn't process any of it.

my eyes stayed wide, the feeling of shock was still running through my body. "how am I alive?" my voice was plain, not having emotion about it yet.