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Chapter 9
Still Me
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Jason~
She was quiet as we walked to the penthouse, but it wasn't like the frightening silence I'd experienced in the car, she was simply exhausted. I knew how she felt. I flipped on the lights as she walked in. "I'm going to bed." she said as she headed towards the stairs.
"Goodnight" I said as I watched her walk up the stairs, unable to not admire her flawless body and that tempting little tattoo, which was probably the biggest tease ever known to mankind.
I walked over to the couch and my body collapsed into it. I picked up the wooden frame that contained the picture of Brenda and I as teenagers, we had never bothered to put it back in the box.
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I just thought I, I looked down into the picture and into the clear blue eyes I saw every time I looked into a mirror and I realized something. The person in the picture, the person in the journals wasn't Jason Quartermaine anymore, it was me. I didn't remember any of it, but it was me that had those experiences. That person who wrote those journals was me; my personality was ingrained in it. Things were different, but it was me. Like an adult going back and reading their childhood diaries, I've simply changed with time as everyone does; my change was just more sudden. I picked up the frame and walked with it to the fireplace's mantle and placed it in the center. It deserved a place of honor. I went through the rest of the box and took out the other pictures containing Brenda and I, and Emily and I. I might have realized I was still the same person deep down, but I wasn't ready to stare into AJ's face a couple times a day, he was still a scumbag…I think.