Broken

| 31 | Jenna

I walk into school feeling something in the air. Something isn't right.

I make my way through the halls and go straight to my locker. Tyler waits for me with a smile on his face. I start to put my things away, and he gives me a look that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"What's wrong?" he asks me as he analyzes me.

"I don't know. Something just doesn't feel right today."

"What do you think it is?" he asks me as he takes a step towards me. I instantly feel a little better once he's close.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's good."

As if right on cue, my phone starts to ring. I pull it out of my pocket, but I don't recognize the number. I answer it anyway just to see who it is.

"Hello?" I say, and I hear a sniffle from the other end. This is what I meant. Something isn't right.

"Hello, is this Grace Jackson?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"I'm Jenna Carson's mother."

"Jenna? Wait, Jenna from that hospital place?"

"Yes, I've been making phone calls all day from her contact list. I had to call and let you know that Jenna... Jenna tried to kill herself yesterday."

I instantly feel the pain in my chest hit me like a truck. This feeling here is worse than any other pain I felt with Tyler. It's worse than it all.

"No, that can't be true." I say feeling the panic rise in my chest. My breathing becomes deeper, desperate for air. She was tried for to get better. She was on her way to recovery.

"I'm so sorry honey. She's been asking for you."

"Ok, text me the address. I'll go as soon as possible."

"I will. Come by whenever. Just please, talk to her." I can here the desperation in this poor woman's voice.

"Ok, well I'm at school right now, so I have to go, but I'll come by tonight if that's ok."

"Yes, that would be perfect."

"Bye."

"Goodbye."

The line goes dead, and I let go of all the breath I was holding in. Jenna tried to kill herself. Sweet Jenna that I spent two weeks left tried to take her own life.

"Baby what's wrong?" asks Tyler as he lays a hand on my shoulder.

"A person that I met at the place I was in... she tried to kill herself. I'm gonna go see her tonight."

"Grace, I am so sorry." he says to me.

It goes quiet for a moment as I lose myself in thought.

"That could've been me."

"What do you mean?"

"If I let it get that bad. If I had no one to talk to, that would've been me. I would've been the one trying to kill myself. That.. that just makes it all so real."

He looks at me with such concern that it worries me that I've said too much. That I've said some things that should've been kept to myself.

Minutes seem to pass before Tyler looks me in the eyes again. He looks sad now. Worried, even.

"What stopped you?" he asks me in a quiet voice. Almost like he's afraid to know the answer.

"You." I say matter-of-factly. He is the reasons am better today. If he didn't notice my scars, there would be fresh cuts today, and not fading ones.

And for that, I'm forever grateful.

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This is a filler chapter!! Sorry it's so short!! The book is slowly coming to an end..

Thank you for sticking around this long (: