i decided to sit outside instead of at the cafeteria today. and i can't help but be mad at myself for not helping you.
i'm furiously biting my apple when i see marcus and his gang approaching me. this is not good.
"hey jace, what's going on with you b?"
"nothing much really," i say nonchalantly.
"where you been son?" jason asks.
"yeah, you just kinda left us high and dry after you got diagnosed. we're here for you bro." he places his hand on my shoulder. "we've been friends since kindergarten.
"it's just better this way guys," removing his hand from my shoulder. "i'm sorry." i mutter and i feel my heart clench in pain.
the pain doesn't fade and now i find myself short for breath. i fist my shirt in pain and i can already feel the sweat trickling from my forehead. no, no, no this cannot be happening.
i feel the tell tale sign of my palms prickling and my vision blurs.
author's note
what's happening to Jace?