Target blankets
I wake up from my sleep. Those pills didn't work for that long, wait, they did. 5pm- 4am. I start to get chills down my back, I fell pain in my stomach, it keeps twisting and turning. I look at Mason, he's asleep. He smells like cigarettes. I shake him, the chills get worst.
"Mason," I whispered.
He noddeds, " What now, urm," He starts to get up.
"Can we go to the store and buy some new blankets. I would use my old ones but, you threw them away." He started to get upset.
"I was upset! God Damn." I just look down. Mason used to be my everything, my only real form of love. But this is just fake love. If I leave him, I feel nothing. I'll have no one to go to. I ran away from my family and friends to be with him. How he's my only form of love. My only form of life.
"I'm sorry."
He stood up, "Let's just go."
I got up, this is happening so fast. One minute the doctors tell me I'm crazy and now... I'm running away. Is this what I'm doing? I feel the pain in my stomach stab me, I have to do this. I'll let this fish finally die, in my stomach, swimming.
I hung on to his arm. One last time, just one more smell of his deodorant. I look at him, his face beautiful. How could I live with out. I die, my fish will never die. Ive swallowed him and now my digestive system has to take it in. A whole system, an organization, someone. Is Mason that someone, yes but, then why hasn't the fish died yet? He's the one who planted the fish. I'm not crazy, having a psychotic disorder doesn't make me messed up in the head. If he really cared about me, he would let me stay? Seeking help for the ones you love... is that love? Help me with the fish I swallowed.
We enter the target, Mason tells me to stay at the store.
"Stay in this store, just to prove that you're not crazy. Go pick up these items." Now I have to prove I'm not "crazy".
"Yes," I nodded.
He started to walk away, "wait," I took a step back, "bye."
He smiled, "Ill always be here, no need to say bye."
"But still, I love you, bye."
"Bye"
After I saw him go into one of the sections, I pulled my phone and put the mental hospital in my phone and ran. I ran out the target, I ran, and I kept running, even passing our house. I felt like throwing up. After 20 minutes of me running, I knew he was going to be looking for me. My phone has a gps. I gasped. I really quickly memorize the way, went on settings, and deleted all my info. I dropped my phone on the street and ran off. After about an hour later, I finally was in the parking lot. My legs weak, I dropped down and started to scream, the workers came up to me. Asking me questions but, I just kept shaking.
"What's your name sir," they kept asking, they got the wheelchair out, "Please sir what's your name." The man asking me, Angus, Greek.
"My name.." I sobbed, "Jocelyn," I started to bit my lip, "Jocelyn Joul." He picked me up, put me into the wheel chair, and wheeled me to the hospital.
We got there, the busy halls, all the nurses coming my way. A bunch of nurses and Angus day in a room with me. They held a tape recorder on the table.
"Pick one of us to talk to you," one of the nurses said.
I still was in shock, "Angus." Everyone left the room, but Angus.
"Are you still scared," he asked, "I can still your goose bumps." I nodded, I couldn't focus on him, the pain in stomach grew larger.
"What's you're name."
"Jocelyn," I mumbled.
"Surname."
"Joul."
Aftet that he asked me questions and I answered everything. I told him everything that's ever happened to me. From my parents, Mason, and the fish. I saw him, he was genuinely sorry for me. After the 4 hours, he stop the recording and hugged me. He's probably new to the job. He tell me to follow him into the wait room til the paper are filled out and then we could get me a room for the night until they buy a plane ticket for me to move into rehab.
I'm sitting there when I hear the fire alarms go off, one guy in the hospital used fire on something that wasn't there. The fire truck came and everyone got out of the building. Angus and some other nurse came to me and helped me get out. Angus was tall, a couple inches taller then Mason.
The nurses took some people into there homes, they could just let them be homeless. (This was for the people who had no family)
"I'll take Jocelyn," Angus said, " My roommate won't mind." He looked at me and I nodded my head. As long as I had a roof to sleep under, I'm fine.
We are about to leave, "Here hold my hand, I don't want to lose you within all the fire trucks and police cars."
I nodded my head, I turned my head alittle to see Mason. Just looking at me, both of our phones in his hands. My heart drops as I watch him cry in the distance. It was over, Mason I loved you.
Angus drive us to his apartment which is super far away. Not going to lie, after awhile I fell asleep in his car because I was so tired. The last thoughts of Mason were there in my mind, they were interrupted by Angus.
" That guy you were looking at, was that him."
I nodded my head.
"Do you want me to call you Elijah or Jocelyn."
" I don't want to ever be called Elijah."
"Fair."
I fell asleep after.
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