This is life.

57 ➤ Goodbye for now

A/N- I know I said Jason+ but I got stuck! So I changed the plan a bit, not the storyline, just the plan, hope this chapter's alright, sorry for being away for a few weeks, you know, holidays and whatnot, I've been eating out too often and whatnot. I want to see what it's like to spend the holidays in winter, don't get me wrong summer is amazing but I'd just like to try a change to see what it's like. Merry Christmas by the way, also have a very happy new years and enjoy this wonderful season! Please vote, comment, and follow to support the book, I am very grateful for all my readers that for some strange reason enjoys my book, I honestly can't thank you guys enough. This book means so much to me because of the support and feedback, you have no idea how much I appreciate each and every input I receive.

DISCLAIMER- You gon get one hell of a headache after finishing this chapter, just sayin'! But don't be hatin' and sayin' it ain't relevant, all this shit is so calm the fuck down and take a seat ho (Also I'm suddenly of a different nationality now ha, anyone want to buy my chopsticks so I can act more ghetto?)

I get out of the bed, fearful of her waking up and making me feel uncomfortable. All I want is a friendship with her. Just a friendship. Why do I have this uneasy feeling about something so meaningless? Sharing a bed is common, isn't it?

I exit the bedroom before finding my way to the bathroom, washing my face to make myself more alert. When I turn off the faucet, I feel a strong pang in my chest. I bring my hand over the area before coughing loudly. When I feel the warm, thick liquid, when I taste it, I lose my mind. How have I forgotten about my internal issues? Why have I withheld visiting a doctor about it? I spit into the sink to see the sickening blood, letting myself cough harder and causing myself more internal pain. My entire body feels weak and unusual. I haven't a clue what it could be that triggers these strange things to happen. It can't be stress, because even though I am undergoing an endless amount of it, it can't cause something so severe. It can't be cancer, either. I would have been told weeks ago. I panic when I remember learning about smokers in high school. I must be overreacting, aren't I? That's ridiculous. Drug use can cause all sorts of problems, though. From minor things such as infections to permanent internal damage. Could that be it? God I am such an idiot.

I open the draws to the bathroom sink, finding a pile of new toothbrushes, untouched and all pink for some reason. I take one from the pile, silently thanking god for providing this little device that will help me feel better. I remove its packaging and use it straight away, determined to get the lingering taste of blood and disturbing thought out of mind. I brush and I brush until my gums hurt, it's not until the door opens that my attention is drawn. "Good morning." Chanel yawns loudly, stepping into the room. She moves over to the second sink where her brush is already resting on the counter. She picks it up and puts toothpaste on it before holding it under the water and begins brushing her teeth. I don't realise I'm holding the toothbrush still in my mouth until the toothpaste mixed with my saliva begins to drip into the sink. I spit out the rest and turn the faucet on again, bringing the running water to my mouth. The pink liquid washes down the drain before Chanel can look over, and I leave the room before she can try to talk to me. Despite how entertaining I won't admit yesterday was I don't feel like talking to her today at all. Or be around her. I want time to myself to actually use it to be productive. I need to make major improvements and if I can't make them now I don't think I will be able to make them ever. I can't afford to waste time.

Chanel comes back out and before I can fathom what was happening Chanel was running back and forth from her bedroom to the bathroom. I don't see her because my back is turned as I sit at the kitchen table. I don't know why. I just don't want to remain in the bedroom anymore. Chanel comes to my side after minutes pass and when I look at her I don't recognise her. I see a scar across the right corner of her forehead. Her eyes don't look the same and her hair that was once black for a day was now a light brown. "You're not wearing make...." "Make-up?" She scoffs, collecting different sorts of food from the refrigerator. She sets down a banana, what appeared to be a breakfast yoghurt bar and an apple. She eats quickly, stuffing the bar and banana into her mouth in a desperate manner. She must be really hungry this morning. The way she ate was endearing, keeping in mind that teenagers tend to eat quite quickly from time to time. I know I did.