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A Thousand Years Ch3
That night after dinner, I settle into my old bunk and listen to the quiet breathing of the others around me. They were my new bunk mates. I start to count the breathes I could hear clearly. It wasn't very many since I'm basically deaf in my left ear.
Everything is wrong about me. I am completely screwed up. Even my name - Brooklyn - was screwed up because the doctors forgot to add the -lyn at the end. I was just Brooke. My vision is horrible; I'm technically blind. My dad said that I wouldn't be able to drive without my glasses on; I would be in some deep dodo if I did. I got them because they are big and when I lay down I would be reminded to take them off.
Not to forget, I am ugly.
I can't stop thinking of what Paulette would look like; How she would act. . .
Every time I close my eyes all I could see was my drugged mother and the cops and the screaming and the tears. . .
I could feel the tears.
This was it. . . I was breaking down at a rehab camp.
"Brooke?" I hear a familiar, husky voice say.
"Jinx?" I mumble.
"I could hear your wailing all the way from my cabin," Jinx jokes. I just grimace more and allow a few more tears to fall. I try hard to laugh in spite of myself, to make him feel better, but it comes out in a strangled, high-pitched noise. "Are you alright?" He asks me.
For once, I allow myself to shake my head no.
I hadn't told him this part of the story. I hadn't told him why I used to cut and why I was anorexic. Jinx didn't know why my heart was in pain.
Jinx walks over to me and sits on the edge of my cold bed. He takes my hand in his and I squeezes it.
"Why do I get the feeling you were stalking me?" I ask him through the tears.
"Oh, only you, Brooke," Jinx says. "Yes." I gave him a confused look.
"I'm gonna try. I'm gonna make an effort to change, like you did. I'm not going to walk around with my head down. I'm not going to act like a kicked puppy dog," he says. I thought he was done, but he started again. "I can tell that you don't like seeing people in pain. I know that you would rather yourself hurt than others. Your the strong one, Brooke, and the worse thing about being the tough one, no one offers you a hand. You think that because your the strong one that you don't NEED that hand. But you want it."
He was so right.
"Well, Brooke, I'm going to offer you that hand and I'm not going to allow you to decline it."
His next words startle me.
"But I'm going to have to ask for your hand in return. Because I know we have only known each other for, what, a day. But-" Jinx cut off and took a deep breathe. It fell out with his words. "Look. I'm not askin' for you to marry me or anything. I just-" he stopped for a second again. "really need somebody as much as you do to help me out."