Chapter 2
Really, I didn't need to add this chapter. So if you were pleased with the ending of the last one, I definitely RECOMMEND that you not read this one… lol. *Thinks to oneself* Just go tell them NOT to read your story stupid.
This ending is kind of weird. I think I'll make this un-newsie related later. It just doesn't fit the parts.
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I went to see Jade today. She had her own room, like everyone else. The doctor said that some of the patients get violent and that it was best for them to have their own area to vent.
Jade was curled up in a ball in the center of her bed. She hadn't moved at all…
"Ay Jade," I said as I walked in the room, closing the door behind, "Nice place ya get. Sure is betta' den da lodgin' house or da roof eh?"…
Jade would sometimes stay with me at the lodging house. Other times she would go stay up on the roof of David's house…
Instead of her answering, she stared in the nothingness that she had been staring at since the night before…
"Listen, I saw…" I stopped myself. Not the right time. "Jack and da otha's can't wait till you come back. Spot even came from Brooklyn ta ask how you was." I chuckled and grinned. I tilted my head and looked deep into her eyes. Still nothing. "I wish I knew what youse was thinkin'."…
And just like that, her eyes locked with mine. But then they moved around in a circular motion. The doctor said in her little world she could still look at things. So in her head she was looking at something, not me. I decided it must be some kind of bug or bid. Or maybe a fair she had made up to watch her.
It sucks when you try to forget something and it slaps you in the face.
Anyway, when Spot had come about Jade, I wasn't sure what to say…
"So how's da chick?"…
He was oblivious to the whole predicament obviously. And I could tell by all the other newsies that they didn't know either. I guess Jack didn't think it would be good to tell them…
"She ain't good. She some breakdown or sumpin'."…
Maybe I shouldn't have told him. He looked like I had told him his girlfriend had died or something… damn…
"Oh dat's awful. I hope she gets ova' it. Where is she anyhow?"
"Lyin' down."…
It kind of just came out. I don't think I'm embarrassed. Your girl is in the nut house. Maybe I am embarrassed. He just didn't need to know…
"Can I see her?"…
No…
"Sure."
"Great." Spot got up.
I got up.
We walked to the lodging house. I could feel a smile cross my face. My mind was fixed on a night. It was a night I'd never forget…
I was walking back from Irving Hall. I stopped when I heard a quiet scream echo through an alley nearby. It wasn't really loud and it definitely wasn't a "damsel in distress" kind of scream. I had walked slowly towards the alley and listened. It was Spot and Jade…
"Spot, I don't know…"
Spot had kissed her. Then he stated, "Race never knows much."
Without defending me, Jade kissed Spot and they slowly slid down on the cold cement as I ran away…
"Up here pal." I quickened my step as I climbed the stairs to the big bedroom all of us Manhattan newsies shared.
Spot had urged, "Wait."…
I stopped when I reached the top of the stairs. Spot caught his breath. I did what I felt was best. I pushed him down the steps.
I climbed over his body when I got down the stirs. "Bye Spot." I kicked him a few times---can't risk his getting back up again.
Then I headed for the nut house and saw Jade, which is where we left off.
I spoke to the doctor before leaving…
"She's gone," he said.
I smiled.
I felt my eyes go around in circles, following a glistening fair in front of my face.
They don't know that I see them now, even as my eyes follow a dream.
This is my world.
They are gone.
Not happy.
Not together.
AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTE:
I KNOW! I HATE this ending too! That's why I'm making it into a normal story where you can hate the guy… lol! I hope you liked it anyhow. If you can EVER forgive me for making Race the bad guy, read my other stories! *Grins*
Really, I didn't need to add this chapter. So if you were pleased with the ending of the last one, I definitely RECOMMEND that you not read this one… lol. *Thinks to oneself* Just go tell them NOT to read your story stupid.
This ending is kind of weird. I think I'll make this un-newsie related later. It just doesn't fit the parts.
~~~~~~~~~~
I went to see Jade today. She had her own room, like everyone else. The doctor said that some of the patients get violent and that it was best for them to have their own area to vent.
Jade was curled up in a ball in the center of her bed. She hadn't moved at all…
"Ay Jade," I said as I walked in the room, closing the door behind, "Nice place ya get. Sure is betta' den da lodgin' house or da roof eh?"…
Jade would sometimes stay with me at the lodging house. Other times she would go stay up on the roof of David's house…
Instead of her answering, she stared in the nothingness that she had been staring at since the night before…
"Listen, I saw…" I stopped myself. Not the right time. "Jack and da otha's can't wait till you come back. Spot even came from Brooklyn ta ask how you was." I chuckled and grinned. I tilted my head and looked deep into her eyes. Still nothing. "I wish I knew what youse was thinkin'."…
And just like that, her eyes locked with mine. But then they moved around in a circular motion. The doctor said in her little world she could still look at things. So in her head she was looking at something, not me. I decided it must be some kind of bug or bid. Or maybe a fair she had made up to watch her.
It sucks when you try to forget something and it slaps you in the face.
Anyway, when Spot had come about Jade, I wasn't sure what to say…
"So how's da chick?"…
He was oblivious to the whole predicament obviously. And I could tell by all the other newsies that they didn't know either. I guess Jack didn't think it would be good to tell them…
"She ain't good. She some breakdown or sumpin'."…
Maybe I shouldn't have told him. He looked like I had told him his girlfriend had died or something… damn…
"Oh dat's awful. I hope she gets ova' it. Where is she anyhow?"
"Lyin' down."…
It kind of just came out. I don't think I'm embarrassed. Your girl is in the nut house. Maybe I am embarrassed. He just didn't need to know…
"Can I see her?"…
No…
"Sure."
"Great." Spot got up.
I got up.
We walked to the lodging house. I could feel a smile cross my face. My mind was fixed on a night. It was a night I'd never forget…
I was walking back from Irving Hall. I stopped when I heard a quiet scream echo through an alley nearby. It wasn't really loud and it definitely wasn't a "damsel in distress" kind of scream. I had walked slowly towards the alley and listened. It was Spot and Jade…
"Spot, I don't know…"
Spot had kissed her. Then he stated, "Race never knows much."
Without defending me, Jade kissed Spot and they slowly slid down on the cold cement as I ran away…
"Up here pal." I quickened my step as I climbed the stairs to the big bedroom all of us Manhattan newsies shared.
Spot had urged, "Wait."…
I stopped when I reached the top of the stairs. Spot caught his breath. I did what I felt was best. I pushed him down the steps.
I climbed over his body when I got down the stirs. "Bye Spot." I kicked him a few times---can't risk his getting back up again.
Then I headed for the nut house and saw Jade, which is where we left off.
I spoke to the doctor before leaving…
"She's gone," he said.
I smiled.
I felt my eyes go around in circles, following a glistening fair in front of my face.
They don't know that I see them now, even as my eyes follow a dream.
This is my world.
They are gone.
Not happy.
Not together.
AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTE:
I KNOW! I HATE this ending too! That's why I'm making it into a normal story where you can hate the guy… lol! I hope you liked it anyhow. If you can EVER forgive me for making Race the bad guy, read my other stories! *Grins*