A/N: Chapter by He0524
Warning: May contain language that you wouldn't go around sayin' ;)
Hey guys, so sorry for the absence, but the both of us are like crazy busy… I have exams till the 2nd of July, and Rjvamp 369 has GCSEs till who knows when xD I know I did the previous chapter too, and the way I'll write this chapter will probably differ from the way Rjvamp 369 would have written it… Oh well xD
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Patricia's POV
Next thing I know, I'm crying and screaming at Eddie. He's sitting on the couch where Jake was sitting just 10 minutes prior, his head in his hands.
"AND HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOU CHUCKED ME IN A PLACE WHERE IT'S LIKE PRISON, FREAKING PRISON, EDDIE. I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!" I angrily shouted, tears still dancing down my face.
"I do love you," he immediately replied at that.
"WELL CLEARLY NOT ENOUGH!" With that, I just broke down completely. I floated down to the floor, hitting it and throwing a 'tantrum'. You see, at points like this, is when I would run to my room at Anubis House and… 'take care of myself'. But I couldn't do that here – we weren't given the slightest opportunities.
Then it hit me.
The bathroom. It had a mirror, didn't it? And what was a mirror made of? Yup, glass… Al least, I think…
I got up from the floor, and Eddie's head bolted up too, his face, sick with worry. I didn't give a damn living fly about him.
"Yacker?" he softly asked. Yacker. That name brought back so many memories… I hesitated, but didn't turn around. "Patricia?"
I ran to the bathroom and locked it. I didn't hear Eddie's footsteps behind me – something was wrong… Oh well…
I shrugged it off and looked at the mirror that hung in the left hand corner of the room. I rushed over – the feeling was overwhelming. I was about to have my desperate release that I had been craving for the past few days, maybe even a week by now.
But as I examined the mirror, I noticed that I couldn't clearly see my face – it was slightly blurry.
Ding dong, Patty…
A bell went off in my head and I swore out loud. Patricia, you idiot, of course they wouldn't make the 'mirror' out of glass! How many people do you think have attempted it? Millions!
I sighed in frustration and clenched my fists, wanting to break my thumb – impossible… I threw my head in my hands as I slid my back down the wall, falling into another 'coma' of depression. Again, I clenched my fists, but this time, my hair was in my fists. Suddenly, I remembered what Jake had said to me earlier.
"Trichotillo what?" I asked.
"Trichotillomania. Pulling hair."
Pulling hair… Would that act as the same drug on me as cutting myself? Yes? No?
Eddie eventually left when I refused to talk to him. I don't know what happened to my feelings for him – from love and lust to… nothing and more nothing in a week… it seems impossible, doesn't it? Ask me, and I would say it's possible…
3rdperson's POV
As the week went by, Patricia and Jake grew closer – not in a romantic way, but more in a friendship way.
On a particular day, they were sitting on Patricia's sofa, in the exact same position they had been in the day Eddie came to visit her.
"It helps." Our Yacker blankly said, not knowing that for every action, there was a consequence.
"Huh?" Jake asked, confused.
"Pulling hair."
"What?" Jake asked, more in a serious tone this time. "What do you mean?"
"Well, they've taken away blades and such, but they can't shave me bald and chop my fingers off, can they?" she lightly chuckled, thinking it would lighten the tension she had sensed.
"Have you been harming yourself?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, what do you exactly count as 'harming yourself'?"
"Pain that you intentionally inflict on yourself, Patricia."
"Why do you care?" Patricia defended herself, not really feeling like a lecture from the only friend she had.
"Because people actually suffer from it, alright? I told you my story, and you're using one of my illnesses to cope with yourself? Some of us are trying to stop the damn shit and get better, you know!"
"Well how the hell am I supposed to try and 'cope' then?" Patricia avoided Jake's direct questions and chose to answer indirectly.
"Wow. You really don't know why you in a rehabilitation center, do you? Why all of us are in here, wearing… theses clothes?"
"No, I really don't!" she shouted back, trying to defend her dignity here.
"Well, to hell with you! You're supposed to be trying to get better, not… not find other dangerous ways to 'cope'!" Jake stood up, looking down at Patricia.
"WELL SORRY, MR 'I'M SO PERFECT I DON'T HAVE TO BE IN HERE'! IT'S NOT LIKE I ASKED SOMEONE TO GIVE ME DEPRESSION AND CHOSE TO CUT MYSELF TO FUCKING COPE!" she got up too, not wanting to be 'beneath' him when his temper rose.
"Maybe you did," Jake quietly said, sighing in frustration. He knew he had to try control his anger management issues. He was on medication, but he could lose it any time.
"What-"
Before Patricia could finish her sentence, she felt Jake's fist connect with her jaw.
"Oh my gosh, Patricia, I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to- Oh gosh… shit, shit, shit!" Jake ran out of the room, and his intentions were to get a nurse or someone in there so she'd get help. He knew what he was capable of – he had once punched someone so hard that that person had to get emergency surgery. For all he knew, he could have dislocated, no, broken Patricia's jaw. Shit.
Patricia's POV
I feel like crap and I can feel the cold ground beneath me. My jaw hurts like someone just hit the shit out of it – oh wait, someone did…
I felt tears flowing down my eyes. 20 percent because of the pain, but 80 percent because I knew and trusted the person who had done it, but mostly because I just realized how much pain I had caused for Eddie.
That was the last thought in my head before apparently, I lost consciousness.
A/N: Did this chapter even make sense? xD It's like 11pm here and my head's filled with Business Ed junk, so I really can't think straight… xD Leave a review – they're like to a writer what an energy drink is to an athlete :P Suggest ideas too!
Thanks for reading
-He0524