Chapter 2
Why did I do what I did? I have myself, and the closest thing I can consider a friend, in the hospital. My other friend is afraid of me, and his girlfriend probably hates me. I hate this moment. I hate the fact that Ellie is dead. Most of all, I hate myself for doing this to all of my friends. What kind of person am I to let myself get to this point? I always promised myself that I would never be like my dad…but the actions that I had caused the previous night have made me break my promise.
"Paige?" I asked, and I looked over to her. She was flipping through a magazine.
"What do you need?" She asked, and her eyes met mine. I never noticed how much her eyes sparkled…I guess I don't look hard enough, I suppose.
"I'm really sorry…for everything I've done to you, Craig, and Manny. I really…I really fucked up this time." I said, and I was right. For the last two years, I've been doing a lot of stupid stuff, but this. This took the prize for the 'Jimmy Brooks Stupid Ass Award'.
"Yes, you did." She said with a little hurt in her voice. "You did mess up…and I did too by trying to save you. I could have lost my life, and you might have lost yours. What were you thinking?" Paige asked, and now it was her turn to bring on the tears.
"I don't know…I had a lot to drink yesterday…and I maybe had gone over to Spinner's." I said sadly, and she gasped. Spinner had been bringing in the money lately by selling drugs, and I may have been his best buyer-and fastest user-yesterday. Paige has been trying to bet me to quit…and I was almost free, but when I found Ellie's body…I just had to go back.
"Jimmy, I can't believe you. What would your dad say? What would Ellie say?" Paige asked quietly. She was right; Ellie wouldn't have wanted me to mourn her like this. She'd want me to be happy, because that's true love. When you're willing to make sure that, someone is happy…even when they're not with you.
"She'd say that I'm a first class ass…and that I needed to be slapped." I said, and we laughed a bit. "When are we getting out of here?"
"I think this afternoon." Paige said quietly, as she turned on the TV. The news was on, and they were talking about us.
"A teenager tried to commit suicide yesterday a local cemetery in downtown Toronto. It had been said by Toronto police that a 19-year-old female had jumped into save him, and the bullet went through both of their forearms. They are in the Toronto City Hospital in very good condition." The female reporter said, and she smiled at me.
"Wow James, we're famous." Paige joked, and we laughed once more.
"Paige, I'm glad you don't hate me…even though I disserve it full on." I said, truthfully, and she rolled her eyes.
"Trust me; I would hate you more if you had killed me." She said, and she blew a kiss at me. I pretended as if I caught it, and smacked my hand on my cheek.