Demona POV
Jackson didn't talk to me for the next week or two. Mother was in Paris for a movie for the next month or two. It was fine. I continued to cut. He hasn't talked to me for two weeks. It's like I'm not here. If you couldn't tell. I'm pissed. She just came to a new school. Did I really have to deal with this shit? I don't care; Imma cut school tomorrow, no point for going anyways. My only friend (If that's what he is) is ignoring me.
Jackson POV
I don't think I should talk to Demona. She's been pretty quiet lately. That's not her. I'll check up on her before school.
Next Day
Jackson POV
I got into Dems house considering the door was unlocked. She wasn't ready for school when I got there. I saw her sleeping. I saw the marks. It made me get upset. I blame myself for this.
"Demona. Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and Bacey." I muttered.
The response I got was, "Shut up and leave me be." She scared me. Even in her sleep. I think I'll stay till she wakes up for school.
7 hours later
Demona POV
I woke up. 12 PM. I saw Jackson in my room. Must've left the door open again. I'm still pissed at him. He can't ignore me for 2 weeks and waltz in with no apology. Bitch. Oh I smell bacon. No. Eat but do not forgive. The bacon is a trap. Ew. Its turkey bacon. Ew. No thank you. I put the bacon strip down and got some coffee. Mmmmmmmm... Coffee... Me likey coffee. I'm still mad at Jackson though. Bitch. Smh. I don't think I should talk. I miss him. He was my only friend. He still is. Damn. What the fuck?
He wanted to talk. I can tell. I don't wanna talk. Isho complicated. You have to use communication skills and stuff. With verbal use and empathy. This is too complicatedd. Imma go back to sleep.
