Chapter 8: Something's wrong

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(Jesse's POV)

I wake up, rolling over to look at Joey's bed, it's empty.

He must be up already... I think to myself.

Slowly, I sit up on the side of my bed, catching a glimpse of my arm. I begin to run my fingers over the scars.

Suddenly Joey walks in wearing nothing but a towel and singing, "Flintstones, meet the Flintstones, they're a modern stone age family, from the town of bedrock, they're a page right out of history."

"Oh, hi Jess," He smiles at me... I love how he always has a smile.

I hide my arm behind my back, "Hi Joey." I fake a smile.

He looks at me quizzically, "What were you doing?"

"N-Nothing, w-what do you mean?" I stutter defensively.

Joey puts on his robe, and then walks over and sits next to me.

"You're stuttering, and I saw you pull your arm behind your back when I came in here." he says, sounding concerned.

I sigh, I can't even look him in the eye.

"Oh, it's nothing..." I whisper, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.

"Jesse it's okay to not feel okay" He places his hand on my shoulder, normally I would move away, but somehow his touch is comforting.

Sighing, I begin to sob, "I'm sorry... I didn't want you or anyone else to see me like this..."

I pull my arm out from behind my back and show him the scars.

"J-Jesse... did you do this to yourself?" He asks me, he sounds concerned.

I nod, I can't even look him in the eye. I'm so ashamed.

Joey pulls me into a hug and I sob into his shoulder.

"Jess, why? Why did you do it?" He asks me.

I pull away from him, wiping my tears with my hand.

"It was all my fault..."

"What do you mean?" He asks, confused.

"I was the reason Pam was in that accident... it was my idea for her to come see my show..." I begin to spiral back into my deep dark abyss of thoughts.

It was all my fault

Why am I still alive?

I have no reason to live

She had a family

I'm so selfish

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