Chapter 7

John tossed and turned that night as he tried to go to sleep. He couldn't stop dreaming about Jenna and when they were kids. The last thing that John remembered before he abruptly opened his eyes was after they had broken up. It was something he had barely remembered...until now. And it was the fact that leaving Jenna had pained him for months.

But John opened his eyes, sweat running down his body. The room wasn't even hot and he knew that. John then sat up with his knees to his chest, trying to catch his breath. He looked over to the table and took the photos that Jenna had given him. All he wanted to do was tear them up. I don't want these anymore...I don't need the memory of us anymore. Why did she even give these too me? But then John realized why... Because I am the only person she has whether I love her or not.

John then stood up and walked over to the bathroom to clean up the sweat from his face, not noticing that Dorian was standing behind him until he looked up and saw the reflection in the mirror.

"Sounds like you were having a nightmare," Dorian said and not saying anything else.

John put the towel down and started walking back to his room. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"You were thinking about her."

John didn't want to get in an argument. "It's nothing ok? Now just let me go to sleep."

Dorian shrugged, handed John the photos that he had found on the floor and left

Everything is just fine, John thought to himself as he went back to his room. He put the photos back on the table, but he didn't go to bed right away like he had planned. He wanted to see Jenna again, even though he knew it was late. John then got dressed out headed out the door in a hurry, hoping that Dorian wasn't going to follow him.

John got to the hospital, hoping that Jenna was ok. He hadn't called her since earlier that evening. When he got to her room, Jenna was fast asleep but John didn't want to leave her side. Maybe I do love her, John thought as he ran his fingers through her curly hair. But I just can't...

Jenna opened her eyes and smiled as she looked up. But her smile quickly turned into a frown as she started to remember what happened earlier. "Why did you come back?"

"I'm sorry about earlier. I just...There's something I need to tell you-."

"You're in love with someone else." Jenna quickly cut him off and turned her head.

He was shocked that she had figured this out. "How did you know?"

"I just figured out because I knew you didn't want to kiss me. I know how you must feel about me..."

"Jenna, I care about you. But what we had was in the past."

She sighed and didn't want to look up at John. The only thing she said to him was "I know."

"I know that I'm the only person you have left in this world. I shouldn't have left you. I should have called you every day after I left."

"None of this was your fault John. I distanced myself from you because I thought you didn't care. I thought I could take care of everything after you left."

"What do you mean?"

"My family went broke about 2 years after you left. I didn't know until I saw my parent's will. The shooting happened because my father owed money to a mob. I just didn't want to tell you at the bar."

"So when did you become a drug addict?"

"A couple of months after they died. I started do cocaine..and I even did heroin for a little bit. One of my friends found me on the street and took me to rehab and I got clean." Jenna then looked up John with sad eyes. "But the only friend I wish that had been there for me...was you. I missed you so much."

John knew that he meant all this. He had missed her too, but didn't want to admit his feelings for her. "I missed you too."