Listen to Heart Skipped a Beat by The XX while read this chapter.
People react to depression differently. That's the fact of the matter. Some people sit at home and stop eating, some people go out and drink until the can't see straight, others act fine and party until they wake up on the floor of a gas station bathroom in the middle of Colorado. Me? I guess I do a little bit of all of them. I'm not sure how many days had passed since Josh and I broke up. I'd guess a week or two. My days had all stayed the same though, get up, don't eat, watch t.v, don't eat, wait for it to get nighttime, don't eat, call Jake, tell him I want to go party, get to party, drink whatever alcohol they had, come back home, don't eat, sleep, repeat.
Sleep. Party. Drink. Don't eat.
Sleep. Party. Drink. Don't eat.
Sleep. Party. Drink. Don't eat.
School started in a couple of weeks, it'd be my senior year. I wasn't thinking of that though. I was thinking about Josh. He was all I thought about. That's why up was partying, it kept my mind off Josh and on Jake. He'd been the person I'd been talking to mainly. I told him about Josh and I breaking up, leaving out the part that he was Josh Hutcherson. I'd been at Jake's house a lot lately, he'd take me to his house if I got to drunk to come back home. I was throwing my life away and I knew it. I just didn't care anymore. I just didn't care.
It was approaching 6:00pm. I grabbed my phone and texted Jake.
Stella: Any good parties tonight?
Jake: Let's stay in tonight, you've had enough parties for a while...
Stella: you're probably right. Come over whenever.
Jake: I'll be over in half and hour.
I threw my hair up in a messy bun, not really caring how I looked. Other than flicking on a little mascara, I wasn't wearing any makeup. My outfit showed I didn't care either, I was wearing leggings and grey comfy t-shirt. Josh began to run threw my head again. I felt myself tearing up and reached for my phone again.
Stella: come sooner please
Jake: I'll be there in five
I stood up and went to the kitchen. I looked at the food, but just looking at it made me feel sick. I jerked my eyes away and reached for a water. I walked back to the couch I was sitting on, but decided to go back to my room Instead. I sat on the corner of my bed, Looking at my picture wall. It seemed so long ago that I was here, looking at my wall with happiness. I screamed and stood up running to the wall. I found the pictures of Josh and ripped them off the wall, looking at them for a moment before ripping them up and throwing them with more force than necessarily needed. I found the last picture, this one was a picture Josh and I took together at the amusement park, our first date. I was full on crying now, having a breakdown. I hugged the picture to my chest and slid down the wall in tears.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT STELLA
THIS IS YOU'RE FAULT." I screamed.
I heard someone clear their throat. I looked at the doorway and saw Jake standing at the doorway.
He walked over to me and pulled me into a hug.
"Stella, this is my fault, and Josh's. I shouldn't have made you chose but he shouldn't have broken up with you, and especially not hit you. I know this is hard but you did the right thing, you chose me." He said looking me in the eye.
He picked me up bridal style and set me on the bed.
"We're gonna have a movie marathon." He walked over to my tv, scanning the movies I had, pulling out the conjuring.
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Photoshopper: A Josh Hutcherson Fanfic
Fanfiction"I've got to be with you." And then he did it again. He leaned in. And our lips collided.
