I woke up the next morning on Jax's lap. I looked up to him and noticed he was awake, watching TV.
"Hey," I said, stretching.
"Hey," he replied, still not looking at me. "Listen... I'm sorry about last night."
I knew this would happen.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know what I mean."
I sighed.
"Its okay," I said, sitting up.
"Your clothes are still in the bathroom," he reminded me.
As I looked down, I noticed I was wearing Jax's sweat pants and T-shirt he gave me last night.
I stood and walked to the bathroom to get dressed.
"You're leaving?" Jax asked, following me.
"Soon," I told him.
"Okay," he said, going back to the couch.
That wasn't the reaction I expected.
After I dressed, I put my hair in a ponytail and went out without saying a word.
It was colder than I thought. At this moment, wearing a tank - top was a bad idea.
"Sora!" Jax ran out to me and gave me a leather jacket. "Its cold," he said.
I stared at the jacket for a moment then started walking again.
"I don't need it," I told him.
"Don't do that," he said. "Don't just walk away like that."
"Too late." I didn't stop walking. I crossed my arms and looked ahead.
"Sora!" He yelled.
Then, I stopped. The way he said my name was different. Like he really meant something.
"What?" I asked.
"Stay with me. I don't want to act like we hate each other anymore," he said, making me turn to look at him.
"Act? I wasn't acting," I said. I regretted saying that right after.
He was silent. I really did hurt him. I just turned back around and headed the opposite direction.
As I went on, I got more and more lost. Jax finally gave up, but now, I'm lost. I was in the middle of the woods and I didn't recognize anything. Every step I took, made me feel sick to my stomach. In fact, just a couple of times I had to stop just in case I had to throw up.
My breath was shortening and I got dizzier and dizzier even when I stopped. I had no clue what was happening. I tripped several times, but I had to keep going.
About an hour later, I had to rest. I sat on the cold, moist ground and closed my eyes.
I woke up hours later, but not in the woods. I was in a cage. Back to stage one.
My dizziness was gone, but I was still sick to my stomach. This time, with fear.
