Pain [jack&jack]

7

"I'm sorry" his voice is quick before he hangs up.

My phone slips out of my hand and onto the hardwood, making a small sound over the small beeping coming from the speaker. My mind is black, I am a statue.

I stand up, lock my phone and throw it into my bed, grab a towel, some leggings, a sweater and makeup before entering the bathroom and taking a shower. The hot water relaxes my muscles, relieving some stress.

When I get out I change into the black leggings and grey sweater before brushing out my hair and letting it dry, applying some makeup and putting on some vans. I brush my teeth, grab my purse and walk out the door.

I have no idea where I'm going but I'm going somewhere, and I know that.

I start along the sidewalk, my purse bouncing against my hip with each step I take. My hand instantly reaches into my purse, grabbing my black lighter and a Malboro cigarette and lighting it, a puff of smoke escaping my lips. I take a deep inhale, and a long exhale, enjoying the tranquility.

"That's a bad habit" I hear coming from my left. I turn my head to be met by no other than Jack Gilinsky.