It felt like I had just run a mile, and my legs were starting to cave. It was like somebody had decided to make my stomach a punching bag, and the pain radiated all the way to the soft spot directly under my ribs. That’s what it felt like. And I was just lying there, waiting for the tears. And that was the moment I realized I was empty. But quite desperately I found myself wishing now, more than ever, to be full again. So there was just a lot of starring outside, waiting for the impossible, hiding under the hospital sheets and telling myself “it’s okay, you can cry now, nobody is watching” I needed the tears to keep me company in my pain, but I had run out of them.
-Honey…-said a nurse entering Jenny’s room.-There’s some people here to see you, if you want to..-the woman let her statement sink in, waiting for a reaction out of Jenny.-There’s even a boy! –she continued hopefully.-He says he’s your boyfriend…
Jenny thought that she was a nice woman, kind, she didn’t push her, or force her to get out of bed, but that was kind of in the job description of being a nurse in the Children’s Ward. Jenny thought about telling her what had happened, everything from beginning to end, but she would just think Jenny was crazy or a foolish girl with a very fertile imagination.
-Not today. – Jenny said after a while.-I’m just tired.
-Well honey, you know I think you should do things in your own time, but I’m afraid you’ll never get back on your feet if you don’t talk to someone. -Her eyes were trying to find Jenny’s, but Jenny looked away, because she knew what she would find: pity. - You’ve got that friend who’s been standing outside (or may I say living) for God knows how long, and I think you could talk to him and he would listen, he seems so worried…
-Fine.
The nurse’s eyes lit up.
-So that’s the lucky one?
-Yes.
A few seconds later Matt walked in the room.
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Teen FictionJenny Humphrey, a 17 year old girl, moves from Brooklyn to the small town of Mystic Falls. She soon finds that not all is what it seems and no matter how much you try the past has a way of catching up to you. Dear Jenny, sorry for what I did to your...
