𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑|| 𝑗.ℎ

Chapter 21

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"Jaden."

My head whipped around and stood there was a girl I couldn't even recognize. Red swollen eyes looked up at me. Her cheeks had black lines going down them and tear stains right along with them. Her hair was in a knot on the top but you could tell it hasn't been brushed in days, nor cleaned. She didn't look to much skinner but she was a tiny bit slimmer. 5 days of not eating will do that to someone. She looked, awful.

"Em." I whisper.

She doesn't say anything. Her eyes stuck to mine and we both stand there for what feels like forever.

She was alive.

She was hurt, you could see it in her eyes. It danced in her heart, bouncing back and forth. No one has ever taught her how to love or taught her things will be ok. If all the things i've heard were true, I would be heartbroken.

"Come here." I softly whisper.  She shakes her head slowly but after I stick my arms she gives in, walking towards me, slowly and surely.

Once she gets into my reach, I gently grab her arm and pull her into my chest. I wrap my arms around her shoulders. She stays stiff for a but before finally wrapping her arms around my waist and we stand there. In the snow, gripping each other for dear life. She doesn't make a sound, and neither do I until she just breaks.

She starts sobbing.

Not the kind of sobs that quiet or meaningless. There were heart wrenching. Soft mumble screams escaped her lips as tears poured out her eyes. I've never seen anyone cry like this, not even in movies. She was clinging on me like her life depended on it. If she let go, she thought she would die and honestly, I didn't think I could disagree

She was heartbroken.

She needed someone right now, she needed someone to pull her out the whole she was digging. She needs a support system, she need someone. All she needed was the light.

and that was truly, never given to her.

As we stand there for a while, slowly rocking back and forth, saying nonsense things in her ear to distract her in someway, rubbing her back slightly, she begins to calm down. Her crying goes down but she still has tears in her eyes. She still needs to let it out.

I move off her back to go pick her up but she holds me tighter, not letting me move. "I'm just picking you up" I whisper.

She seems hesitant at first but she finally lets me go a bit and I grab her legs hosting her up and wrapping them around my waist. as her arms cling to my neck. Her head gets buried in the crook of my neck. Her skin is on fire.

I slowly start walking into her house, the warmth enclosing us as I close the door. She looks like she hasn't touched the place in months Nothing has moved and everything looks like someone just moving in or out, just without all the boxes.

I let out a soft sigh before carrying her down the stairs and that's a completely different story. Again, broken glass lines some parts of the hardwood floors and clothes were ripped from the drawer and her paints stuff was everywhere. Her bed was nothing more than old tissue boxes and all messed up. On the corner, her sheet was ripped off slightly exposing the paint filled bed, something i'm guessing she did a long time ago. The thing that sticks out to me the most is the painting above her bed missing.

The picture of the family of red cardinals was in pieces all over the floor. It was in shreds actually, the nail still hanging off the wall, that's when I knew,

this wasn't simply just about Lily.

This was about everything.

She held things in and it's coming crashing down on her in one swift motion, it was waiting for the right time before it came after her.

She wasn't just heartbroken, she was simply broken.

I don't say anything as I step into the bathroom, and to much of my surprise. Barley anything is touched in their. A few random items may around the counter too but nothing seems out of place.

I place her on-top of the counter before turning around and I start warming a bath for her. I turn back to her and I stand there just to take in her for a minute. A baggy shirt hung off her. The shirt was 3 times to big for her but she didn't seem to mind. She wore her favorite grey sweatpants she wears everywhere expect this time, black splotches line the side of them. The tip of her nose and ears were bright red due to the fact of standing out in the cold and her cheeks still tear stained. Some fresh some old.

I walk up to her, taking the palm of my hand and I wipe her cheeks off. She tilts her head to slightly look up at me and I give her a soft smile and as I undress her, she doesn't take her eyes of me, I do them same.

After I placed her in the tub and washed her hair and body. I just let her sit there in the hot water while I somehow tried to fix whatever mess of a bed she had, cleaning the glass and broken canvas pieces but I slide a torn piece of the small gathering of the bird family into my pocket just in case. I cleaned up the old tissues and tissues boxes off the floor and her nightstand and taking her clothes and placing them into a smaller. Her room was far from clean but it was a small start. I go over to a small bag I know she keeps clothes in for when she is in a rush and I grab a pair of shorts, another huge tee-shirt, this one not as nearly big, and a pair of underwear.

I make my way back into the bathroom and set her only clean clothes on the counter before grabbing a towel off the small dowel that hung off the hall and I helped her stand up and wrapped it around her. She simply just looked at me. I slowly dressed her again before brushing her hair and washing the remaining mascara off her face before covering her up in her bed where she just laid there limb.

"I'll be right back" I softly say. She doesn't respond but I leave anyways knowing she heard me. I make my way upstairs and make sure the door was locked before heading into the kitchen and getting a glass a water and a package of crackers. If she was anything like I was, whenever she cried a lot, she had a sensitive stomach afterward.

I make my way downstairs, my water and crackers in either of my hands. When I reach the last step, my eyes meet hers. She turned waiting for me to come back but I think deep down we both know the real reason why she was waiting,

she didn't think I was coming back.

I slightly shake my head before setting the things in my hand on the table. I take my soaked shirt off and I throw it in the basket and I climb into her bed next to her, letting the blankets engulfing both us.

As a child, when my parents would fight and throw things at each other, my mother always found me in a ball crying in the corner of my room. She would normally sit in bed with me the rest of the night with her bare arms around me. It has always made me feel safe, in her arms. Just being close to someone with a beating heartbeat would always calm me down in the first half and hour and then I would drift off to sleep, letting my worries fade away.

That's what I wanted to be for her.

So that's what I did for the entire day. I laid their if she needed me.

and then at 6pm, she turned over and wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. My arms went around her shoulders and she relaxed, finally letting herself go even for a moment.

"You wanna know something?" I whispered just before she fell asleep.

She looks up at me.

"You're gonna be thru this you know."

I pause and give her a small smile.

"and i'll be right here the whole time."

a/n: okay, okay, I promise i'm not being over dramatic or whatever. It will be revealed shortly just give it time. Also, I wrote this like how I've always wanted someone to do this for me. I've always just wanted person to reassure me when my world was falling apart and i bet I can promise it's the same for all of you. So if this is cheesy or whatever, deal with it.

and thoughts?

(I thinks it okay)