Jaden's P.O.V
As I lay on the bed counting ceiling tiles waiting for Jesse my mind decided to wonder.
'Why did he help me? Why did he bring me here? What kind of person is he? Normally people just ignore me, unless I walk in front of their car or accidentally bump into them when my vision's blurry. But otherwise I'm ignored.
'So why did he pick me up? He doesn't even know me, or at least I don't think he does. I'm pretty sure I've never seen him before, although who knows. Most things I either don't remember or they're too blurry for me to care. Heck, I bet this time tomorrow I won't even remember this!
'So then, why am I so curious? I usually never care what's going on.'
At that moment I heard the door slide open and looked up just in time to see Jesse walk into the room with another glass of water and shut the door behind him. He turned and looked at me for a second before smiling, but I could still see tears in his eyes. He walked over to me and handed me the water. I took it with both hands and took a drink before looking back up at him.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked confused. "You're crying," I said and watched as the confusion quickly switched to some thing else. I don't know how to describe it. It was a little bit of shock at first, then realization, then some thing else. I didn't know what that some thing else was, but I knew it was fake. He was trying to cover up his emotions so I wouldn't worry, but I could see right through him.
I've always been good at seeing through people, no matter how hard they try to hide it from me, I can always see it. Even if I don't always know what 'it' is.
It's never hard to see, not with those fake smiles and the words. No matter the person, no matter the face, the smile was always the same, and so were the words.
"I am? Oh well, don't worry, it's nothing,"
'It's nothing'
'I'm okay'
'Don't worry about me'
'I'm alright, really,'
'But they're never alright,'
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A/N: Once again the chapter is short, but right now I'm just trying to give you guys/girls entertainment.
