Hard to say goodbye
Authors Note: Unlike every other chapter, the second part of this chapter will be from Jeff's point of view and so will the beginning of the next chapter. :)
Well, it's been exactly one month since Mark and I broke up and exactly three weeks since Mr. McMahon sent Jeff and I home on an early Christmas vacation. And to say that I've been miserable ever since…well, that would be an understatement.
Ever since Mr. McMahon gave me and Jeff the news, I've found myself not wanting to be around others, in fear of me bringing them down along with me. And, since I stepped off the plane and into North Carolina a couple of weeks ago, that feeling of wanting to be alone has just gotten worse.
I haven't wanted to step outside of my house in over a week now and I haven't wanted to see or talk to anyone, for longer than that.
Both my parents and my brother have tried to contact me, but I just let their phone calls roll over onto voice-mail. And the Hardyz?
Well, Matt has already let me know that he can't be friends with me anymore, so that just means I've been ignoring Jeff; who, is probably angry as well at me, for the reasons stated in the first paragraph.
I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like every move I've made in the last few months has been the wrong move causing me to lose my friends, my boyfriend, and in some ways, now my job. And I really have no one to blame but myself.
But hopefully that guilt will end somewhat tonight, cause I've got a plan, I just hope that it works….
Without even bothering to re-read my entry over again like I usually do, I quickly shut the book in front of me and lay it down; a second later, picking up the item right beside it.
"I have a feeling just two of these wont help cure my insomnia…I wonder what a couple more will do."
Figuring it will probably just help me get a good nights sleep, I quickly take a handful of pills out of the bottle and then after swallowing the pills, one by one, I force myself to lye down while outwardly mumbling to myself: "Now I just have to wait for it to kick in."
Unfortunately though, before I can even attempt to get comfortable, a ringing noise interrupts the silence around me and I'm forced to get up to answer the house phone.
"Hello?"
"Do you know I've been trying to get a hold of you for the last two hours…?"
Knowing who this was without even bothering to ask, I quickly reply: "Sorry. I must've forgotten to take my phone off of silent when I woke up this morning…what's up?"
Their was a small pause on the other end which told me Jeff was trying to decipher whether I was lying to him or not, and then after a couple more seconds, the younger man quickly replied: "Nothing. I was just in your neighborhood and figured I'd drop off your Christmas gifts before I left for Florida tomorrow. I'm headed back your way now."
Shit…
With everything that had been going on lately, I had completely forgotten about doing any shopping this holiday, thus causing me to reply: "I haven't even started my Christmas shopping yet, Jeff. How about you just drop it off when you come back from your dad's place next week?"
"No can do, Ames. My dad and his new girlfriend have decided to take a little trip to Vegas for New Years and since I'm not doing anything else, I figured I'd stay there while they were away and house-sit. That means I'm coming over now. No if's, and's, or but's about it."
Even though I wanted to protest once more about this fact, I was soon shut up as a small bout of dizziness hit me; telling me if I didn't go and lay down soon, I might be on the floor in a couple of seconds.
"All right, fine. But you're going to have to use your key 'cause I'm upstairs lying down."
"All right, no problem. See you in a few.'
"Yeah, see you…"
"Amy…?"
Taking the silence downstairs as a sign that Amy still hadn't left her room yet 'caused Jeff to quickly place the gifts, he had brought, on the kitchen counter and then, just as quickly, make his way upstairs and towards Amy's bedroom. "Ames…? You in here?"
At the sight of Amy lying sprawled out on her bed, Jeff couldn't help but frown slightly--having wanted to use his dropping off her Christmas gifts as an excuse to come over and talk to her. But he guessed that wouldn't be happening any time soon.
Maybe next time…
With that thought in mind, Jeff made a move to turn back around and walk out the door, but he soon stopped himself as he noticed what was lying right next to a sleeping Amy. Don't do it Jeff. She'll kill you…
After thinking about it for a couple of minutes and making sure that Amy was indeed asleep, Jeff slowly took the journal, that was beside Amy, and opened it to the last page that was written on.
"Well, it's been exactly one month since Mark and I broke up… "
"Whoa, when did that happen?" Jeff outwardly mumbled to himself, before stopping his reading to make sure Amy still wasn't awake and then continuing on with his snooping.
And the Hardyz?
Well, Matt has already let me know that he can't be friends with me anymore, so that just means I've been ignoring Jeff; who, is probably angry as well at me, for the reasons stated in the first paragraph.
Having no idea that Amy thought he was mad at her caused Jeff to frown slightly but not as much as he did when reading that Matt had let Amy know he couldn't be friends with her anymore.
"I'm defiantly going to have to talk to him about that one later on."
After taking another couple of seconds to finish reading what Amy had wrote, Jeff took another couple of seconds to re-read the last statement, this time out-loud:
"But hopefully that guilt will end somewhat tonight, cause I've got a plan, I just hope that it works…."
Huh?
Not understanding exactly what that meant caused Jeff to look up at Amy's still figure and then slowly look around the room, as if something might jump out at him to tell him what she had meant.
"What kind of --"
Before the word plan could even come out of his mouth, Jeff had to stop himself as a small item on Amy's desk drew his attention. What the hell is she doing with sleeping pills…?
"Amy, wake-up, I need to talk to you."
Not getting any response from the older female caused Jeff to drop the journal on the floor and quickly proceed to shake the woman awake, but unfortunately to no avail. "Damn it, Amy, I'm not playing with you, wake up!"
Seeing that that had no effect on her caused Jeff to frantically pull out his cell-phone, almost yelling when someone had picked up the other end of the phone.
"911...what's your emergency?"
"I need an ambulance….I think my friend just tried to kill herself."
Next part soon.