Jake's POV -
The sun was setting and the darkness invited itself into the room through the blinds. I stood up and walked over to them, blocking out the night. Ivory had left a few hours ago and I was left alone with the steady beeps. I shut my eyes and placed my forehead against the wall, breathing deeply.
I need something to calm me down before I exploded.
I only feel like this when life becomes too difficult to face. I know I'm heading in a downward spiral but I'm done being responsible. I can't control my emotions anymore which scares the living crap out of me. When I feel unstable, I become a danger to myself and to the people around me. It's who I am, it's uncontrollable.
I walked over to my phone resting on the bedside table and grabbed it, texting the person who was barely an acquaintance.
Do you have anything for me?
I sent the text and sat down, one leg shaking uncontrollably from keeping myself together. I was on the edge, threatening to explode at any moment. I could feel my sanity slipping away every hour I spent in this god damn hospital room. My phone beeped back instantly and I breathed deeply, feeling a wave of relief.
Always, what do you want?
I briefly glanced between Emily and my phone, feeling torn over what to do. I know how much she hates drugs, how disappointed she'd be in me if she knew what I was about to do. I groaned frustratedly and my hands tightened around my phone. I need a release and I need it fast. I sighed heavily and reached for my jacket, heading for the door. Before I left, I turned around, looking at her sweet face.
"I'll be back soon," I murmured, disappearing out of the door. I headed down the corridor, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
A cigarette would have to do, for now.
I stood on the corner of the entrance and lit my cigarette, shielding it from the cold air. I inhaled deeply and sighed, leaning back against the glass. My eyes closed and I willed myself to stay focused.
She's going to be okay. She has to be.
I bought the cigarette back up to my lips, inhaling deeply again. I heard a rustle beside me and immediately opened my eyes. The blonde from the hospital cafe was opposite me, sat on the bench. She wore a tight dress and was shaking slightly from the cold. In her hands, she clutched a bottle of alcohol tightly. Occasionally she would lift the bottle to her lips, taking a long drink.
I frowned at her but chose not to get involved, it wasn't my business to do so.
"Hey," she called out towards me, her voice wobbling. She was looking directly at me, her beady eyes burning holes through me.
Seems like she had other plans.
"Hey," I responded back bluntly, remaining frozen in place. I didn't want to show an interest.
"I wasn't okay a minute ago but I am now."
She giggled, her eyes roaming up and down my body. I watched as she placed the bottle down onto the bench and approached me slowly, her eyes continuing to drink in my appearance. I cleared my throat and stood up straighter. She never stopped approaching me until she was an inch away from my face. I could smell the fresh alcohol on her breath so I inched away to the side, putting distance between us.
"I have a girlfriend," I stated bluntly, completely baffled at this girls persistence. I continued to smoke and inhaled the next one deeper, letting the nicotine seep it's way into my body.
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His MissionTeen Fiction
Formally known as The Bad Boys Mission [Highest Ranking - #1 In Teen Fiction] Meet Emily Wentworth. Since the death of her father, she's been living a home life full of abuse. It's remained a secret for years until she meets the town's rebel, Jake M...