Artist Alexus Knightly spends day and night painting, it's all she can think about. Her parents may be rich and she may go to the most prestigious school on the upper east side but she never lets the money go to her head. She wears bright, Vintage c...
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J A C K •••
I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have told her about Zach. Oh God! He's going to hate me.
After I had slammed the door of my room closed I slid down the back of the door, grabbed my headphones and cried. I started listening to 'I'm Sorry' by Flyleaf.
'I'm sorry I don't mean to remember It's true that i dream less often I'm not ashamed of that long December...'
The hot tears burned my face as I remembered the scared look on Zach's face in the car.
'Your hand's coming down again I close my eyes and brace myself I only noticed your face No matter what you're gonna build my shell Im falling...'
I close my eyes and images of Zach's face surround me. Zach, my best friend. If anything my little brother and I should've been able to protect him.
Im shedding my skin but its not time im told Im aware of what you mean and by then im only ten years old I close my eyes and brace myself I only noticed your face...'
Just then a knock sounds on the door so I wipe my tears and open it. Standing there is my mother, arms open, ready for me to be held in.
"Jack, baby? What's wrong?" She asks her voice laced with concern.
"I-I should've driven better. I should've been more careful." I sob uncontrollably into her arms.
"Oh honey, there was nothing you could've done." She coos.
"If only I hadn't taken my eyes off the road for that one second. Ma-maybe he would still be able to look at people without sadness. Maybe he wouldn't behave like a complete douche. Maybe I wouldn't be like this." I cry.
"Shhh. It's okay." My mom soothes.
I then break down completely and my body begins to shake like crazy because of all the tears. I slide down to the floor, my mom falling with me.
She wraps her arms around me and pulls my head towards her chest. She rubs small circles on my back with her thumb to make me feel better but it's just not working.
If I was looking at the road and not looking at my dumb phone, texting a stupid girl then maybe Zach wouldn't be wearing black all the time.
Maybe he would be walking around in different shades of red and blue and would wake up to the sun shining through his window not just being able to feel the heat on his face. His life wouldn't look like an old fashioned movie. He wouldn't be colour blind.
'No matter what you're gonna build my shell My scars are yours today This story ends so good
I love you and i understand that you stood where i stood I close my eyes and brace myself I only notice your face
No matter what you're gonna break my shell Im done healing Im done healing...'
"I'm sorry, Zach." I whisper into my mothers chest.
