Fake Your Death
Chapter 13 - I Walk Away
Two months since Covent Garden
“Yes…are you 100% sure?...No, I’m not fucking mental…well fuck you to!”
I angrily shoved the phone down and pushed back on my chair. Fucking dickhead calling me a mental patient. That’s the fifth time today I’ve been rejected. I spun myself out into the middle of the room and began slowly spinning around on my chair, looking at the ceiling. Kicking my legs, I watched the sun light capturing the diamonds on my small chandelier. What has my life come to? I was happy only five months ago and now look at me. I’m losing my head over trying to find my meant to be dead husband. On top of that, rumours had started going round that I killed Gerard for his money. I let my legs lose all motion causing me to slump onto the floor crying. God damn it Jade, what’s happened to you? You’re a waste, that’s what’s happened to you.
My hand fiddled, trying grab onto the desk. After my third attempt, I pulled my heavy body up and towards the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I slipped onto the sink. Forgetting the pain, I reached up to the cabinet above me and pulled down a bottle of painkillers. My mouth opened as I poured as many as I could into my throat, in hope that the more I take, the faster this internal pain goes away. Somehow, I found myself facing the bath tub gasping for air. The last thing I remembered was someone calling my name.
“Jade, please wake up” I heard someone faintly say. I slowly opened my eyes to reveal blinding lights in my face.
“Where am I?” I barely said through my lost voice. A warm hand grasped my shoulder as a shadow covered the light.
“You’re in the hospital, sweetie” I heard the soft voice of my mum replied. I rubbed my eyes to find Frank staring aimlessly at me. His face looked tired and worn out, and his clothes looked like they hadn’t been washed in a while. I turned my neck to the side to catch his eyes glance at me. He gave me awkward smile before retreating to the floor. I next looked at my mum who looked equally tired.
“What happened?” I asked, turning my head to look up.
“You overdosed on drugs Jade. I found you blacked out on the bathroom floor. I was coming over to see if you were okay but obviously you’re not,” Frank said, quietly. I sat up and looked at my mum. She got the hint and muttered something about getting some tea. As soon as she was gone, Frank ran over to me and caved me into a hug.
“Why did you try to kill yourself Jade” He said, sobbing into my shoulder. I opened my mouth to speak to find myself speechless.
“I don’t know” I whispered after a while. He gently stroked my back as he climbed into the bed with me.
“Just promise you won’t again” he whispered. I stayed still not wanting to talk about it. Frank finally got the hint and turned the other way. “At least come back to America with me.”
“Yes…are you 100% sure?...No, I’m not fucking mental…well fuck you to!”
I angrily shoved the phone down and pushed back on my chair. Fucking dickhead calling me a mental patient. That’s the fifth time today I’ve been rejected. I spun myself out into the middle of the room and began slowly spinning around on my chair, looking at the ceiling. Kicking my legs, I watched the sun light capturing the diamonds on my small chandelier. What has my life come to? I was happy only five months ago and now look at me. I’m losing my head over trying to find my meant to be dead husband. On top of that, rumours had started going round that I killed Gerard for his money. I let my legs lose all motion causing me to slump onto the floor crying. God damn it Jade, what’s happened to you? You’re a waste, that’s what’s happened to you.
My hand fiddled, trying grab onto the desk. After my third attempt, I pulled my heavy body up and towards the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I slipped onto the sink. Forgetting the pain, I reached up to the cabinet above me and pulled down a bottle of painkillers. My mouth opened as I poured as many as I could into my throat, in hope that the more I take, the faster this internal pain goes away. Somehow, I found myself facing the bath tub gasping for air. The last thing I remembered was someone calling my name.
“Jade, please wake up” I heard someone faintly say. I slowly opened my eyes to reveal blinding lights in my face.
“Where am I?” I barely said through my lost voice. A warm hand grasped my shoulder as a shadow covered the light.
“You’re in the hospital, sweetie” I heard the soft voice of my mum replied. I rubbed my eyes to find Frank staring aimlessly at me. His face looked tired and worn out, and his clothes looked like they hadn’t been washed in a while. I turned my neck to the side to catch his eyes glance at me. He gave me awkward smile before retreating to the floor. I next looked at my mum who looked equally tired.
“What happened?” I asked, turning my head to look up.
“You overdosed on drugs Jade. I found you blacked out on the bathroom floor. I was coming over to see if you were okay but obviously you’re not,” Frank said, quietly. I sat up and looked at my mum. She got the hint and muttered something about getting some tea. As soon as she was gone, Frank ran over to me and caved me into a hug.
“Why did you try to kill yourself Jade” He said, sobbing into my shoulder. I opened my mouth to speak to find myself speechless.
“I don’t know” I whispered after a while. He gently stroked my back as he climbed into the bed with me.
“Just promise you won’t again” he whispered. I stayed still not wanting to talk about it. Frank finally got the hint and turned the other way. “At least come back to America with me.”
Notes
SURPRISE!!!This is one of two I'm going to post today as I'm on holiday tomorrow and won't be able to update. So I'm giving you guys two chapters so you have something while I'm gone.
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-Megan xx
I love this! Poor Mikey though! I cannot wait for more!
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