💙✨WEIRD HEARTS💙✨
(Love in circles💞)
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CHAPTER 1
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🌹Jacqueline's POV
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'Brrnng.. Brnnnngg 🕕🕕' The annoying screech reaches my ears and I tossed sleepily on my bed. I yawned, stretched and sat up.
"I'm up..I'm up!" I groaned as it rang again. The old kill joy.
I reached for the alarm clock and turned it off. I rolled my duvet up and tried to sit up but the pain on my wrist surfaced and I winced. I took my hand up and checked my wrist.. I saw the red lines circling it, the circle was more obvious than last night and the lines had become too red and thick, last night's event flew up my mental screen and I shook it off.
Fire. Screams. Anger. Pain. Tears.
It's not like it's the first time. I really hope he's not home.
I got up, more carefully add cautiously this time and slowly rubbed my eyes. I walked to my window, stared out through the binders and sighed. My eyes we're heavy and somehow I had to blink rapidly when the wind blew past them.
I hope today would be good, at least better than yesterday.
My life has always been moving tipsy-turvy.. From doing many menial jobs as a student just to get money which most times ends up being collected, to my long minutes of walking to school, then facing Allan's trouble and crushing on the most handsome dude in Amity high.. Jason.
Most times my days always turns out to be painful and those times seem to occur nocturnally and when they come I feel unimportant, juvenile and pretty mad at myself for being me.. For being the girl to have such a life. A sucky one.
I can be pretty clumsy annually but at the same time I'm a regular workaholic.. Being a high scholar and a staff wasn't easy, life just doesn't go smooth for everyone..But Jason had a way of wiping my sorrows for the moment, knowing that the next day would arrive and I'll be in school and look at my Jason always tend to erase memories of fateful events.. Just in case you're wondering, Jason's not mine yet and well will not be physically but in my dreams he's always mine and we're perfect.
"Ouch!" I groaned after carelessly resting on my wrist, I sighed again and left the window.. The morning encourages me cos when they come, school comes and when school comes, there's no grimy moment. I hope the sun rays can beam at my day.
I slowly undressed and moved my frail body to the bathroom, after a quick shower, I laid my school clothes down; a long sleeved sweat shirt, I chose that because of my wrist and the other injuries markings on my skin.. The last thing I want is being queried by Martha about it.. I really don't like people knowing about how I live when they're not there and that's why I try to hide the scars, pull up a smile even though the pains beneath it are crushing, and then I try to move along and not feel dejected but happy when I'm with them.. And that's because my life wasn't the type to be envious about, it's the type you'd not wish to have. Few a time Martha had seen the scars, purple wound, dark scars and a peek of some red burns and she had asked questions, being the curious groove that she is and honestly trying to hide and deny then put on a witty smile like it isn't important, wasn't easy but I did my best, though it was pretty obvious she didn't fall for it but She stopped questioning and the rest became history.. I've always avoided that repetition and I could say, I'm doing great.
I set out a long skinny jean to go with the sweatshirt, my undies and a black boot.. FYI.. I'm not really a fashion type, I'm just a random teenager who only thinks of surviving and have no time for trendy looks. I wear what I think is cool and what covers my pains, it seems comfy to me. I wore my dressing robe, pulled my feet into my flip-flops and walked to the living room to grab one or two things for breakfast. I walked slowly to the living room and it was empty, that means Allan's still asleep or away and I have the morning to myself, I sighed gratefully and walked to the kitchen.. I opened the fridge and grabbed a pack of cookies, I made coffee, added a bit of cream and sugar and stirred. Right there I had my breakfast. I quickly did the dishes and walked out of the kitchen..
"Trying to sneak out on me?" His voice sparked my insides, sending a sudden shiver like an electrocuted being and I stood still. closing my eyes, I took in quick shallow breaths then opened them back and slowly turned to him.
He's home after all.. Looks like my little sparkles of light just got obstructed.
