Jamila

Chapter 21

So, I'm not dead.

But I wish I was.

Jon is carrying me in his hand and my whole body is shaking. Stop holding me. He's looking at me like he can read my thoughts. Please ,stop holding me. He lets me down. Good boy. I take a few steps back. Should I run?. Now is a good time to do that. I turn around before the words spill from my mouth. "Thank you, for carrying me. And putting me back on my feet". Then I walked really fast out of there. He must be looking at me now .He thinks I'm weird. I don't care anyway.

He never mattered

I guess

I bump into a tall girl with red hair and freckles. "Watch where you're going", she mumbles. I am watching where I'm going. I just don't know where I'm going. My life is that messed up. It's only people like me that bump into sexy red haired girls. Wishing