“If it was nothing, you wouldn’t be scared; you’re not scared of anything! You’re the bravest! This means we should all be scared…” He said in his adorable voice that only a small child has… Oh, if only he knew, he wouldn’t call me brave. I wish there was someone I could tell… But they’d all hate me.
“Go check on him!” I said sternly.
“But Alice! All of the others are worried about you, and you aren’t making them go away! Do you hate me?” His lower lip started quivering as he started to cry silently.
“Aw, Jet,” I hugged him close, “I could never hate you.”
“Then tell me Alice…” He looked up.
“I don’t think so, not right now, but please check on that boy for me, and don’t worry, not about me, not about anything.”
“Why do you treat me like I’m stupid Alice? You know I care about you, and I know something is wrong! Why don’t you ever tell me anything? And don’t say it’s because you want to protect me, ‘coz I know it’s not!”
“I know you can take care of yourself Jet, I don’t need you to take care of me too, but this, this isn’t something I can tell you.”
“But why?”
Well, you gotta admit, he was persistent. But how do you tell someone they’re either gonna die or they are gonna be tortured for the rest of their lives.
“Jet, can you please give me some time to think?”
“Alice!” He whined.
I was over this.
“Go Jet…”
“Fine,” He huffed and walked to the cinema, our infirmary, on the other side of the roof.
One disaster ends, another begins… What was I doing wrong? These people never give me a break. Ah, it just keeps getting better. I caught Jared glaring at me in Sam’s arms, before he turned and stormed off.
“Jared,” I started as he walked through the entrance Jet had just gone through, to his room, and abandoned music shop.
I began to follow him, my eyes locked on his back, that look of fear I never let myself show to anyone was clear on my face.
