AN: I just want to thank all of you for the reviews:D I love you all very much:)
and I know this chapter is short but that's because it's just Mara talking, when Jerome starts writing again, they will be longer:)
Saturday 6th March:
I woke up early this morning do that I could go and see Jerome at the hospital. It was that stupid chess game. We thought we'd both be able to control the game but it turns out we were wrong. I had to control it on my own and.. It went wrong.
When we were practising Jerome would always warn me that I lead my pieces into traps easily. And that's what I did, me being typical, predictable Mara. I led the knight right into a trap. If the other team took my knight then our queen could take their king and we would be through the mask. But I couldn't do it because.. Jerome was the knight. It wasn't just some worthless piece of clay. It was Jerome. The boy that I love. The boy that makes everything okay.
I couldn't do it so he did it for me.
He stepped forward and got taken and all the while I was screaming at him to stop while I rethought out strategy. But we both knew it was the only way. We both knew it was the last chance. For all of us. Because I knew that if I moved a different piece one of our players would get taken and we'd lose our chance at getting through. I could just tell. So I had to sit and watch as Jerome steeled himself and stepped forward. I don't know what I was expecting but I know that it wasn't for part of the ground to crumble. Jerome met my eyes as he fell and I swear for just a few precious seconds I saw fear and vulnerability in his eyes, I saw through every layer, every facade straight to the scared little boy that Jerome had been since he was abandoned at Anubis house when he was five. And in that moment I had never loved him more.
Then he fell through the floor and I heard his screams. "Take the king!" I had shrieked at Amber, the Queen. She finally took the king and the game was over. Jerome's screams had stopped.
He was unconscious. His blond hair had specs of blood in it and his face was ashen grey.
Alfie and I held onto each other as the doctors told us the news. A broken arm, two fractured ribs, the slim chance of brain damage.
Apparently he whacked his head as he fell.
Oh god diary it's all my fault. I'm such a terrible person. He never even knew how I felt about him. I feel so broken and alone. I need a shoulder to cry on but Jerome is my shoulder and he isn't here. He's in the hospital, in pain, in a medically induced coma.
It's all my fault.
