Strings

Chapter 2

When I arrived home I plopped on my bed face first and felt something on my back.
I turned my head to see what it was. I noticed it was my cat Emma. I lifted her up on my lap and heard her soft purrs as I pet her.
"Erica! Are you hungry?" my mom asked from the kitchen washing dishes.
"No I'm not. But thanks anyways." I shouted stroking my cats fur.
I put Emma down when I heard a noise coming from outside that sounded like a truck.
I went to go see what the commotion was. I saw a large moving truck and my neighbors were putting there belongings in it. I guess their moving.
My next door neighbors were the millers. They all had orange hair and freckles that complimented their faces. But they were oddly always happy. I can't blame them though, they have a complete family.
Meanwhile in my world it's just me and my mom. My dad left my mom even before I was born. Don't get me wrong I love my mom but now that I have grown older I am lonely. I wanna experience a relationship with love and i wonder what it feels like.
My mom says men aren't worth your time. Just because she didn't have a good experience doesn't mean there all bad. Right?
Gosh , I'm such a hopeless romantic it's sad. I have written multiple books about love sagas. I just want a guy who is like that too, and if he could sing that's even better. I wish he could be sweet, friendly, and a little shy. Is that too much to ask? Its honestly not but guys like that don't exist in the 21st century I suppose.

"Hey mom?" I asked walking into the kitchen. "can I walk over to Jazmine's house real quick?"

"Yea sure but text me when u get there." my mom said pouring coffee into a mug.

"Thanks." I waved leaving my house.
Jasmine is my good friend. Me and her have been friends since we met at a birthday party a couple years ago.
Jasmine hasn't been doing very well for a while and I usually always go to check up on her so she knows she has someone that looks out for her.
I quickly walked a couple houses down to the apartment complexes where Jazmine lived alone. Although there were occasional men that were drunken one night stands.
I arrived at her door, knocked, and texted my mom.
The door swung open and I saw a hung over Jazmine. Her black hair was tangled and her light tan skin looked pale. She stared at me with sloppy eyes.

"Come in." she burped.

"Well that's attractive." I mumbled looking around the room. There were clothes everywhere and the lights were dim. "what happened?"

"Nothing." she said pouring beer into her mouth.
I made my way over to the kitchen only to see empty bottles of liquor everywhere.

"I don't know how u can go through so many bottles, being a 19 year old. maybe u should have a room mate."

I stated grabbing empty bottles and throwing them away.

"Well how can I take care of someone if I can't even take care of myself?" she looked at me with pouted eyes as if she had been crying for hours. "I don't think I'm ready to move on from this life style."

I sat down on the arm of a couch. Trying to make up what happened last night here. I noticed a lot of blood near the bath room. I got up and walked into the bathroom but stepped back and looked at Jazmine because of what I saw.

"Jazzy... I'm so sorry." I stood shocked. I ran to her for a hug as I saw she was about to break down into tears.

"It happened again! Why! I wanted to make Troy happy with a baby but I guess I cant." he sobbed into my shoulder.
Troy is Jazmine's on and off boy friend. There not really committed but they act like a lovely couple on dates. Troy has been trying to get more serious with her lately and that results in her drinking more because she is scared of change. She tries to show him that's she is trying but it always results in this kinda drama.

"It's going to be ok. You just have another angel watching over you." I whispered as she let out another sob.

"That was my baby!" she said falling back on the couch gripping her stomach. "I thought this one would make it."

"Jazzy calm down. I can plant another flower for you if you want. But we have to stay strong. I promise you to help as much as possible."
I walked over to her closet and grabbed a shoe box.
She got up and put her baby in the box. This is jasmines seventh miscarriage so far. I'm not sure if this baby was even Tory's but I hope one day Jazmine can have a child of her own when she can take care of herself.
She continued with the box outside and I followed knowing where her destination was.
She walked all the way to my house and grabbed a shovel from my garage and started digging while I held the box for her.
After she put the box in the hole and covered it with some dirt, I planted another rose next to the other six.
She put the shovel away and came back starting at the rose.

"I'm just gonna go back home I need to rest and clean up." she calmly said leaving me.
I didn't bother to ask if she needed help because I knew she needed alone after all this. I watched her walk down the street until I couldn't see her anymore.
I went back inside and sat in the living room next to my mom.

"Tell Jazmine I said sorry." my mom said rubbing my knee. She always knows what's going on without me having to say anything.
I went into my room to write about my day in my journal.
I understand why it's so hard to find a guy, none of them can put up with my life.