The Saint Jones [Completed]

chapter 83: Everything Collapse

Cher

Justin left in this dire weather, leaving us alone in this dire situation. Sether is watching the video in front of my seated body, and I am here, crying silently.

I do not even want to look up at him because I know what kind of emotions I will see when his eyes will met mine. And here again, I am the one to blame and no one else. If all this happened to me in the past it was all because of me, it always has been because of me. Always.

The lights above our heads are flickering from times to times, threatening to leave us in the complete darkness. The wind outside is as strong and fierce as the one we were experiencing on the cruise. Now it is slamming hard against the house which is creating strange and scary noises, including some cracks.

"Is it a joke? What the hell did I just watched?" Sether exclaims loudly as he looks at me.

I am forced to look in his eyes that are showing the same glimpse of confusion and terror. I do not know what I should say, it is not easy, it would have been easy if I could just tell him that; 'oh you just watched me, but I was bald in there and was pleading Justin to listen.' It would have been easy. But it is never.

"Cher, what is happening?"

I shake my head and shrug, tears are shamelessly falling down my face, my head is hurting me and so is the rest of my body.

"I'm not understanding," he mumbles to himself.

"Cher, why did you say you were sorry when Justin was upstairs?" He asks, trying to put the puzzles together.

There is no way out now, no matter what I will do or say it will bring me back to the same thing, to the same situation. So what to do? What someone can do while being in front of her fate? My fate has to be that; to suffer.

So, just like that, I start speaking, even if my voice is completely sore.

"Sether, you have to know something. You remember when you asked me what was bothering me?"

"Yeah, I do..."

"Well, now I am going to tell you. I– I was a victime of a natural disaster. Two years ago, I was in my car, going back home when a huge lorry crashed into me, my brake wasn't working anymore so... yeah, the car was on fire before I can realise it and all I know is that I fell unconscious in the car while it was on fire."

He is fixing me, his eyes are gleaming under the faint lights. I hope he is understanding.

"I woke up in a hospital bed, arms and feet wrapped around casts, my head was coated with a thick,white thing, and my face was hurting me. It was only months later, when I was authorized to get back home that I realised, while undressing and taking the cast and stuffs away, that I was bald."

I look at him real quick, but I catch no reaction from him. He is looking down at me, but it looks like he is looking behind me. His eyes are suddenly dim and void, it is not an open door to the soul anymore.

"Since then, I am fragile and a slave of pills," I finish and look up at him again while stress and a very bad restlessness is traveling in me.

"Say something," I whisper.

"You're not bald, I mean, you– you have hair on your head right now. I mean-... what the fuck is going on?"

"What did you see in the video?" I ask him to help him understand because it is so hard to just take off my wig. So hard.

He shakes his head. "It wasn't you," he claims. "Justin was just joking."

I shake my head and stand up, my feet are shaking and so is his lips. I approach him, now thunder has joined the party. Amazing. When my body is close to his, I touch Justin's phone in his hand and press on play again, the video replays and here I am, looking at Justin behind the camera, then I spoke and asked him to listen. When the video is over I look up at Sether and gulp down my panic.