OH MY NO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO BEN
WHAT WHAT WHAT
I WILL KEEP READING
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Juno
In English class, we study all kinds of literature. I find rest and relief in literature, in the immortal characters penned to life on the easily turnable pages, in the breathing descriptions of places and events that I have never witnessed or maybe have witnessed and just never noticed before.
So naturally, in this the second or maybe third darkest hour of my life, I turn to books. And I’ve discovered something: in every book I love, somebody gets their heart broken.
And last week, I would’ve told you I never understood why girls get so emotional when a boy they’ve barely known leaves or dies or breaks their heart. Like Juliet. She's literally known Romeo for three days and when he dies, she kills herself? That’s a little extreme, I would’ve told you a week ago. I’d never do that, I’d insist. I’d probably roll my eyes if I had the power to do so. I just don’t understand it, I’d say.
But now, I do.
I got to know Ben within forty-eight hours– less than what Romeo and Juliet had. I have had exactly four entire conversations with him, not including the ten or twelve pathetically apologetic texts he’s sent me since Saturday. My phone has read every one in a cool, monotone voice, as if that stupid voice wasn’t ripping out my heart slowly, piece by piece.
This boy has the power to render me incapacitated, lying on my bed in the dark on a Sunday afternoon, dreading tomorrow and listening to the same Sam Smith song over and over and over for hours. Even Reginald is at a loss. He climbs on my back, on my head, touches my face trying to figure out why it’s all wet. He even gets some tissues for me. That monkey is half human, I swear.
I hear the door open.
“Juno?” Frey’s voice calls softly. “I have someone who wants to see you.” I can already tell who’s with him by the sound of his footsteps.
“Juno,” Ben says, his voice pleading. I can feel the vibrations of his footfalls stepping closer to the bed. I don’t hear Frey leave, so I assume he’s still there, watching.
“Don’t come any closer,” I say, holding up a hand in the direction of his voice.
“Okay.” There’s a pause. Then Ben says, “Juno, I didn’t say anything.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you,” he insists. Frey shifts his weight uncomfortably.
“How can I believe that? I barely know you.”
“Juno, you know me,” he pleads. “Did nothing that happened at the lock-in matter to you?”
“The only thing that matters about that lock-in is that somebody told my secret,” I snap. “And even if it wasn’t you...” I take a deep breath. This is good for me. This is the right thing to do. I will not be a Juliet. I need to do this. For my own safety. Even if I’m lying. Lie, Juno, you can do it.
“Even if it wasn’t you, I still think we should...” The words get stuck in my throat. Just lie to him, Juno, it’s easier than letting him hurt you.
“Stop talking,” Ben finishes, his voice as dead as my eyes. “I understand.” I hear him leave without another word. I hear him talking with Frey outside my door.
“She’s just upset right now,” Frey insists. “She really does like you, she’s just... scared.”
“I’m scared, too, man,” Ben says. “I’ve never, like, felt like... But if it’s what she wants, fine. Asteria and I are going to get some fro-yo, you wanna come?” Frey declines on a homework excuse which I don’t think Ben believes but he doesn’t push it.
“Make sure she’s sober before she drives,” Frey adds before Ben leaves.
I don’t think Ben heard him.
A few hours later, after the ninety-fifth repeat of Sam Smith’s Make It To Me, without any warning, I have an overwhelming feeling of dread and terror and pain in my stomach, twisting and knotting like an angry stomach snake. I hear the phone ring and then a scream and sob from my mother downstairs.
“FREY! JUNO!” I can’t move. I can’t move. I can’t even think. Something is horribly, horribly wrong. My door opens.
“Asteria was in an accident,” Mom sobs in the doorway. “We have to go to the hospital.” I snap into movement.
“Is she hurt?”
“Minor injuries,” Mom says. I walk towards her voice, but she stops me. “Juno, the passenger...” My heart drops to my feet.
“What’s wrong?” I can’t breathe. Everything stops.
“Ben was in the car,” Mom’s voice seems to come from miles away. “Juno...”
“No,” I hear myself say. I grip the door frame for support. No.
“He’s alive, Juno, but we have to get to the hospital,” Mom says, grabbing my arm. She half-drags me to the car, where Frey buckles me and Arinna asks a million questions.
In the chaos, I have exactly one thought: Ben’s voice whispering, “I’m scared, too, man.”
Hi there!
I don't like the title of this chapter. Uh uh, I don't like it one bit. I have a feeling my feels won't last long as I read this...
I find rest and relief in literature, in the immortal characters penned to life on the easily turnable pages, in the breathing descriptions of places and events that I have never witnessed or maybe have witnessed and just never noticed before.
you. bastard.
I have no words for this review, you sick, twisted, author. WHY DID YOU DO THIS? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THIS? I'm GOIJNG TO CRY ON THE OUTSIDE SOON! I SEE WHY RAVEN WAS SO ANGRY AT YOU IN THE CHAT> I WILL RAGE AT YOU TOO THE NEXT TIME WE MEET! :C YOU BETTER MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER MAKE ME FEEL BETTER OR I WILL PUNCH A WALL. (And i'm going to bed after i read it... so let me rant a little more.)
Hey! IamTraunt here to review.
Oh no. Oh no no no. Royal! How could you do this to me?
Nitpicks!
You’ve literally known Romeo for three days and when he dies, you kill yourself? That’s a little extreme, I would’ve told you a week ago.
I have had exactly four entire conversations with him, not including the ten or twelve pathetically apologetic texts he’s sent me since Saturday.
"FREY! JUNO!” I can’t move. I can’t move. I can’t even think. Something is horribly, horribly wrong. My door opens.
I have to say you have a thing for writing suspense, sister. I read the title and I was like, "nonononononononononononononononononononono what the heck!" Yup. And the way you describe things, oh my God, how could you leave us hanging like this damnit! But wait. It's Bruno's Demise. How can Ben + Juno be Bruno? Ugh! I'm rambling.
Another magnificent chapter well done. And I agree with Bella that this sounded so professional. The feelings were literally all over the place, in a good way. It felt so real, like most of your work does. I am so hooked that I don't want to leave this page. But I know you haven't posted the next chapter yet so I'll have to wait *whines*.
I am completely in love with this chapter buddy, even though it's ripping my heart apart piece by piece. And I absolutely love how you referenced the literature thing. And the change in her opinion. It's the closest to reality I've ever felt.
One thing though. In the beginning of this chapter you talk about Romeo and Juliet. And heartbreaks and English class and all that stuff. It kinda gives the feel that she's actually in English class right now. But then you get to the... uh...*checks* 6th paragraph and Juno is in her room on Sunday, crying. I think you should work on that. Or maybe not. Just a suggestion. It sounds professional the way it is but you could always make it better right?
I'm sorry the complaints paragraph is longer than the commendation paragraph. I really wanted the first to be longer. And, I repeat, I LOVE THIS CHAPTER!
Keep me posted Your Highness!
PS: you forgot that chapter 23 is probably in the same portfolio folder as For Everly...
Ah, Bruno, Ben and Juno?... Demise? That title has so much foreshadowing, I'm lost for words.
Then the car accident, where did you get the idea for that? I was reading this on my phone; I could've dropped it, but at the same time I was gripping it too tightly. What happened to Ben? It's not fair.
One question: didn't you say that they took away Asteria's license? That's just ironic.
Juno must feel terrible!
I think that this chapter is one of your most powerful yet and not what I was expecting. It felt like I was reading a professional author.
Keep me posted please.
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