Chasing the Night || a moey au

Chapter Fifteen

- Chapter Fifteen -

My body went numb and I curled my fingers into my palms to prove I wasn't frozen, not yet. The feeling of my nails digging into my sweaty palms sent shivers up and down my spine.

"Joey!" She exclaimed, in her joyful, fake voice, "How lovely to see you!" My stomach lurched as the vile taste rose in my throat, stinging my tongue. She made me physically sick. The flirty way she talked, the silly way she walked, the snotty way she dressed.

"Oh, hi Tiff-" Joey started, but never finished. Because in order to finish speaking, you would need an open and uncovered mouth. But instead, there were lips covering Joey's mouth, making him incapable of speaking. But they weren't my lips. They were none other than Tiffany's bright  pink lips.

My knees shook under me as I watched their lips intertwine with each other, my knees threatening to collapse beneath me. That's all I wished for. To just collapse, right here, and to not wake up for a week or so. And when I did, I'd have a different life, and I wouldn't remember a single thing. But it would never happen. On instinct, my hand covered my own mouth, to keep an escaping whimper inside my shaking lips.

I started shaking my head, slowly, then faster and faster. Until tears blurred my vision and the world became just a wave of light and colour. I hoped that if I shook my head fast enough, this would all turn out to be a silly dream. A nightmare, at that. But it wasn't. Because even with my head shaking furiously, those two figures were clear to me. Standing out in front of the blur behind them, in full focus. But as my head slowed, I saw Joey place a hand to her chest, and nudge her away slightly. She only giggled so Joey pushed on her completely, and Tiffany ripped off of him.

Tiffany smirked at me, and continued around my room, but I wasn't concerned about her anymore. Joey said nothing, he didn't even utter a single sound, didn't move a single muscle. He just stood there, eyes big and round, arms helplessly at his sides. He put no effort into a reassuring action or a simple apology. He only stared, and I stared back, until a tear fell from my eye and landed on my cheek. That was when I turned away towards my shoulder, with closed eyes.

"Ooo what's this?" I heard a pretty little voice say from near the other side of my bed. Her voice forced me to open my eyes and look up at her. It took me a while to realize what she was holding. But as the light from the riding sun reflected off the glass, I saw a crack run along the glass, and I instantly knew what it was.

I tried my hardest to react, my hardest to scream, but with my world falling apart around me, everything was louder than me. "D-don't touch that!" I said, unable to move.

"Oh I'm sorry!" She smiled, an evil smile, "I'll just hand it to you then!" She started making her way towards me. Her heels clicking onto my hardwood floor and echoing through my ears. I reached out a wet, shaky hand. But just as she made her final step towards me, she made an effort of throwing her hands into the air as her feet "tripped" below her, and the picture went flying.

That moment could've been in slow motion. Like when something important gets thrown into the air and the camera takes the time to zoom in on it flying ever so gently through the air. Everything focused on that one object as it moves gracefully at a speed slower than normal. But then comes the worst part. The picture landed on the floor in front of me face down, and before I even had to see it, I heard it. I heard the old crack branching off into several other cracks, I heard the minuscule pieces break off and fly into the air, I heard Tiffany's ugly voice, "Oops!"

"No!" I screamed, and my knees really did fall from under me this time, they really did collapse.

I placed a hand to my forehead to steady my dizziness. With shaky hands, I dropped the knife still clutched in my hand, the cool handle sliding down my palm before I heard it land beside my foot. I felt nothing, I didn't feel the jump of floor in accordance to the best of the loud music, I didn't feel the fear of the man I hate jumping on me, I didn't feel the alcohol I consumed messing with my brain, but I did feel one thing. My mind repeated the same sentence over and over as my eyes darted around the room, in search of hope. "You need to get out of here"