Played By Strings Of Fate

5th String - Strings, a Melody, and Mental Alissa

Played By Strings of Fate

[5th String]

-Strings, a Melody, and Mental Alissa-

The rain was pouring angrily and it seems as though it had no intention to stop. I was already feeling quite horrid and the cold weather was not helping.

I sat up slowly, fighting back the massive headache I had. It was no use. Who would be able to sleep under these conditions? Ugh. I sound like a whiny prat. I curse the thunder as it made me jump violently, only worsening my headache.

I groaned. Maybe staying out and playing in the rain all afternoon was a bad idea.

"Jade?" Leslie called, peeking through my half open door, "I brought you food." she said, walking towards my bed and putting the tray containing the food on the bedside table, "It's porridge."

"Thanks mum." I smiled. I don't eat much when I'm sick. People say I have the tendency to lose a lot of weight when I get sick because it lasts more or less than a week. Leslie and Richard worry about me because even though I eat like a pig, I lose everything I take in when I get sick.

"How are you?" she asked softly, feeling my temperature.

"Just peachy." I answered weakly, "It's a good thing it's raining this hard though. I don't have to worry about missing any classes." I say mostly to myself, my mind drifting to how horrible things would've been for me if I had missed a week of school.

"A little after summer rain is always good." Leslie smiled, sympathising with me. She knew I hated being sick. I hated being unable to move. Why do people get sick anyway? It seems so irrelevant to me.

"Yeah." I agreed with my mum absentmindedly.

"Drink your medicine after you eat, okay love?" I nodded, "Good." Leslie lightly kissed my cheek before disappearing out the door.

I stared menacingly at the tray of food located beside me. Food to me always looks unappetising whenever I’m sick. Maybe it's just me but when I'm sick, I turn colour-blind. Like this bowl of porridge for example. It looks grey.

Ugh. I'm so useless when I’m sick.

I ate about three spoons of porridge before drinking my medicine. It's not good to drink medicine on an empty stomach so I guess three spoons aren’t so bad. Besides, the porridge tasted like it was made out of pure onions. Ew.

I wasn't sleepy but I felt tired. Exhaustion ran through my entirety when I think back to what I've done this weekend.

Yesterday was a fun day. I spent the whole afternoon at the park taking pictures. Then it rained, so you could guess how I ended up here. In bed. Dysfunctional and dying of boredom.

On Saturday, I spent the day with Clark. It wasn't bad. Dare I say this, it was actually fun. Clark wasn't a jerk.

Scratch that. He was a jerk the whole day. The only nice thing he did for me was treat me to the movies, popcorn, dinner, the carnival, and the cotton can--Okay fine! He paid for everything but so what? The peanut wouldn't let me pay for my own.

Ah. A prideful twat indeed.

I sighed. We talked about everything and nothing at the same time. What was I fearing? He didn't say anything, and I didn't bring up the topic of his lying arse. He didn't seem to be avoiding the subject because it was like nothing had really changed.

Nothing had really changed.

Did he think we were friends again? Wait up. Now that's just wrong. I haven't forgiven him yet. Sure I had fun and I didn't go all Chucky on him, but that doesn't mean things were okay again.