Homeless
Ten Million Shards of Glass and Tears (Jack POV)
Jack POV
I had decided to make a little speed muffin for Alex. Maybe it would cheer him up. I felt horrible about saying what I had said; I shouldn’t have done it. But what had happened? Either the woman broke up with him or one of them or both had died.
I mixed all the ingredients together. I still knew the recipe by heart from when my sister had made it for me before the incident. Everything had changed so much since then. I forced myself to focus, now was not the time to remember this. It never was.
I put it in the microwave and set it for 3 minutes. I leaned against the counter. I hoped Alex would be okay with me using his kitchen.
A thought snuck into my mind. Ten million shards of glass. I panicked. I couldn’t let this happen, this was supposed to stay concealed and buried. It kept getting worse though. Pieces of bent metal came into my view and there were even more shards of glass. I pressed my fists into my eyes and sank to the ground. This couldn’t be.
Right then, the microwave beeped. I jumped up and tore it open. I took out the muffin. I was shaking. I needed this to stop. I decided to write a note for Alex and tore a piece of paper out of my notebook.
“I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. Enjoy this muffin and sleep well. –Jack”
I slipped into his room and carefully laid it onto his bed. On my way back to the living room, I could hear muffled crying. I felt horrible but I managed to push the thoughts away.
I plopped down on the couch. I got out my journal and started writing. I wrote about what had happened since I had last written on the subway and it honestly helped a lot to write out my feelings about all this. I didn’t let myself think about the incident though.
After some more time, the bathroom door opened. I pretended to sleep and heard Alex walk into his room. He was probably finding my muffin now. My heart beat faster. I could hear steps coming into my direction. I didn’t turn around until something lightly touched my shoulder.
I turned around. It was Alex.
“Would you mind making some space for me so I can sit down?” he asked. His eyes were puffy and red, voice raspy. I hurried to sit up so he could sit down. “I would like to share this muffin with you,” he said, smiling a little bit. I blushed and nodded.
He made the muffin into two halves and gave me one. I started eating and we both munched away in silence. He glanced over to the dresser and suddenly became sad all over again. I didn’t know what to do so I just sat there. But it was clear that I would have to do something. I finished my muffin and realized what might help.
I had decided to make a little speed muffin for Alex. Maybe it would cheer him up. I felt horrible about saying what I had said; I shouldn’t have done it. But what had happened? Either the woman broke up with him or one of them or both had died.
I mixed all the ingredients together. I still knew the recipe by heart from when my sister had made it for me before the incident. Everything had changed so much since then. I forced myself to focus, now was not the time to remember this. It never was.
I put it in the microwave and set it for 3 minutes. I leaned against the counter. I hoped Alex would be okay with me using his kitchen.
A thought snuck into my mind. Ten million shards of glass. I panicked. I couldn’t let this happen, this was supposed to stay concealed and buried. It kept getting worse though. Pieces of bent metal came into my view and there were even more shards of glass. I pressed my fists into my eyes and sank to the ground. This couldn’t be.
Right then, the microwave beeped. I jumped up and tore it open. I took out the muffin. I was shaking. I needed this to stop. I decided to write a note for Alex and tore a piece of paper out of my notebook.
“I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. Enjoy this muffin and sleep well. –Jack”
I slipped into his room and carefully laid it onto his bed. On my way back to the living room, I could hear muffled crying. I felt horrible but I managed to push the thoughts away.
I plopped down on the couch. I got out my journal and started writing. I wrote about what had happened since I had last written on the subway and it honestly helped a lot to write out my feelings about all this. I didn’t let myself think about the incident though.
After some more time, the bathroom door opened. I pretended to sleep and heard Alex walk into his room. He was probably finding my muffin now. My heart beat faster. I could hear steps coming into my direction. I didn’t turn around until something lightly touched my shoulder.
I turned around. It was Alex.
“Would you mind making some space for me so I can sit down?” he asked. His eyes were puffy and red, voice raspy. I hurried to sit up so he could sit down. “I would like to share this muffin with you,” he said, smiling a little bit. I blushed and nodded.
He made the muffin into two halves and gave me one. I started eating and we both munched away in silence. He glanced over to the dresser and suddenly became sad all over again. I didn’t know what to do so I just sat there. But it was clear that I would have to do something. I finished my muffin and realized what might help.
Notes
Awww! Please tell me what you think! :)
I'm really ill atm so idk I will either be productive because I have lots of time or I won't because everything hurts and I'm sleepy all the time :/
Title credit goes to Rise Against again!
-Laura
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7/18/14