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Cynthia's Point of View

My eyelids felt as if an equivalent of 2,000 bricks were placed on them. All I could hear was the click-click-click of the fan chasing itself in endless circles, the tick-tock-tick-tock of the grandfather clock, and faint music. Reluctantly, I forced my eyes open. Lifting my hand to touch my rigid face, I realized that my river of tears had dried.

Jason, my eighteen year old younger brother, poked his head in from the dining room. "Done sulking yet?" I glared at him with eyes that could kill. "Hallelujah" was playing in the background. This is what I listened to, all the time, especially after break ups. It's me and--Um, me and He-Who-Is-Forbidden-To-Be-Spoken-Of's favorite song. Or, at least, it was. Everytime I listen to this it reminds me of him--But that was ages ago. He probably doesn't even remember me. Usually, I try not to think of him myself.

But this time was different. Because it was too much like our relationship. Too much the same. It was David, his best friend. He was like He-Who-Forbidden-To-Be-Spoken-Of in so many ways. Sometimes, I thought we were going to fast. And sometimes, we were. David was one thing he wasn't, though: a cheater. I find him with this slut on his lap and he's all over her.

And now I'm here. Having cried my eyes out. Over a jerk. Yeah, I'm some pretty messed up bitch, aren't I?

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice Jason when he sat down next to me. "Hey..." He spoke softly but it still made me jump. "Ya hungry?"

Smiling weakly at him, I automatically asked, "Have any ice cream?" My comfort food.

"When do we not? I'll go get you some." He stood up, but I grabbed his hand.

"No, I'll get it," I said quietly. Not like I don't have legs. Swiftly, I traveled to the kitchen and opened up the freezer. The cool misty air blew into my face and somewhat refreshed me. So many choices: chocolate, french vanilla, strawberry, cookies and cream...But I grabbed rocky road, my favorite. Finding the biggest spoon in sight, I hopped onto the counter and attacked the carton greedily.

Jason strolled in, and eyed the carton. "Could'a saved some for me, sis..." I laughed good naturedly. "I'm HUNGRY," he exclaimed suddenly.

I giggled at him. "When are you not?" He shrugged in response. Then he looked at me expectantly. Of course...Jason never made his own food. Not when someone else could do it for him. Unwillingly, I dropped my already half empty carton, and opened the fridge. Taking the left-over pizza box and putting it in the microwave, I resumed my scooping.

As soon as Jason heard the beeping sound, he thrust opned the microwave door and grabbed at the plate. Munching contentedly at his pizza, I knew his stomach was satisified.

Glancing down, I say my carton was empty. I sighed, and went to get another, but the doorbell rang. Knowing Jason would rather die than leave a meal, I went to answer it. Too bad I didn't know what it would reveal.

Swinging open the door, I almost shrieked. "Oh my Lord..." I breathed.

A body was sprawled on the doorstep. "Help me..." he croaked. His eyes fluttered backwards and finally closed.

Okay, so that was the first chapter. Let's start out small, like 5 reviews for the next one. Oh, and tell me if you want me to also post my other story, "So Close...And Still So Far", another Jonas Brother fan fiction, mostly based on Joe. So, bye for now!