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Philophobia

Chapter Thirteen

It was dark, cold. I was scared, and so stupid.

Where am I? I've had to of asked myself that countless times over the last while.

So I told myself the only answer I could come up with... I was lost.




I gasped, flicking my eyes open instantly. It was just a dream..

It was now mid morning, as I noticed the sun blind me through the curtains of my bedroom. Yawning, I sat up, glancing around my familiar space.

My comforter was inching off my bed, pillows tossed around the bed and floor. My vision blurring to the photo of my brother on my end table, I forced a painful smile at the fading memory.

My bare feet now pressed against the cool flooring, making the hairs stand on my visible skin.

It was a matter of seconds, before I was near the end of the depressing hallway, and near the kitchen.

"You're here." The familiar voice sounding soft, and surprisingly sober.

"And you're awake." I retorted, bitterly. Not bothering to make any further conversation, I continued to walk past.

"Please, Jamie, don't be angry with me. Not now." Her plead was pathetic, and only managed to push me to become aggravated.

I made my way to the fridge, pushing my head inside to find a snack. It was only a mere minute, until I snatched a yogurt, and shutting the fridge door behind me. Not taking attention to the hungover girl watching.

"I know I haven't been the greatest friend lately, and I've been -" "distant, non-responsive, moody, challenging, self-absorbed. Please, stop me, because I can continue." I bit back, slamming the drawer I was currently using shut to dismiss some of the building anger.

Turning, I finally caught glimpse of the slowly breaking girl that now stood before me. In need of a shower, possible mint, and a brush. Some clean clothes, new layer of makeup, and information on the date.

It pained me to see her in such a state. Not just confused of everything around her, but with herself also.

She looked ready to crumble right then and there, unsure of how to respond to my surprising and brutal honesty.

"Yes. All of those, and probably a thousand more." She hugged herself in comfort. "I'm sorry, I haven't been able to have a conversation with you, a proper conversation. I'm sorry that I've become this person you can't look in eye and put trust in anymore-" "that's not true!" I defended in a serious tone.

"Just admit it - it is! I've become another disappointment, you don't need me." She quivered, now shaking and letting the tears spill from her eyes.

I took a deep breath, letting it sink in. She thought I was angry at her.

"I'm not angry with you, just scared for you." I finally spoke.

She gave a small smile, reassuring me everything will be okay. A lie I could see right through.

"Maybe counselling, or some sort of therapy, maybe even an addictions group. Hunter, we can figure this -" "hold on. Rehab! Are you kidding me? I'm not addicted, and I'm not troubled. Why the hell would you even suggest such a stupid idea?"

Feeling my insides twist at her sudden harsh tone, I pushed my hands up in a form of surrender and peace.

"Hunter, I just want you to be okay!" I lightly pressed on.

"You want me to be okay? I am okay! I'm great, terrific even. Don't say I'm the one with all the problems." She threw back, shoving the words down my throat.

Finally, I released my sigh of defeat. "Okay, if that's what you believe, and what you think I'm saying, fine."

I walked passed calmly, leaving her to stand there to think, as I made my own attempt to get dressed.

Notes

Hi everyone :)

I'm back, and this is part one. Which means, there should be another chapter up by tonight :) I'm going to try extremely hard. Again - I'm sorry for the wait. I've missed a lot of school since after my rugby tournament, due to my injury. I'M GOOD THOUGH! It's just a severe sprain and fracture on my left ankle. My cast should be off within the next few weeks!
Onto more important subjects,

What do you's think is going on with Hunter?

Any ideas on what's going to happen in part two?!


Here's a small spoiler... It's gonna be juicy!!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<< I'm gonna try anyways.:)

COMMENT;RATE;SUBSCRIBE :)

Comments

Please update

Carissa Carissa
3/24/14

Please update!

Carrotlover Carrotlover
3/16/14

Well that's what make your story even more interesting: in your notes, you just put all your thoughts on there, and it's really, but really cool and interesting!
Hey, being dork is not only negative. It's someone who can be themselves and doesn't care if people judge. Seriously, your ''dorkiness'' isn't a bad thing! :)
I hope for you that one of your ambition will come true. If you take the path of writing, well I'm telling, plus all your readers: you can make it.
Even though this is a fic, I don't feel like it's one. I feel like I'm reading a book, but on the internet. I'm not feeling it's Harry Styles from One Direction (Well, I think you never wrote Styles, so maybe I'm wrong thinking it's Harry Styles, but ANYWAY.). I feel it's just another character from your head. My point is: your story could be found on a shelf at the library store. So, if you finished your story (not that I'm septic, no no! I know you can finish it! :) ), I suggested you to send it to a publishing house! :D
I'm glad to know I made you smile :) Don't give up on your writing and delete everything. See how much people love your work? See how much we enjoy reading it? Don't worry, you have a beautiful writing. Yeah... I get frustrated me too when I wrote my story. I'm a french Canadian, and it's sometimes tricky to express, for example, a situation or an emotion in english. But this site helps me, so I'll continue :)
Have a gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/night or whatever time it is where you live xD

marie.eve07 marie.eve07
1/9/14

@marie.eve07
I read your comment, and couldn't stop smiling! Personally, I write on this site as practice. My future ambition being between writing and visual arts. Though, I'm glad you like my story! So many times I've thought about deleting this, and just quitting. But I don't want to do that to my readers! I have never found a love for my own writing, so I just get frustrated after awhile.
Plus, when you commented on my notes, I literally just read back through all of them and realized how big of a dork I sound!!! Hahaha

Canadianeeh Canadianeeh
1/8/14

I really love your work. The choice of words, the main plot, how you express everything... It''s just, wow! I felt like it was really happening, that Jamie, Hunter and Harry were really living (okay, we all know Harry is living on this Earth for real but you know what I mean. Well, I hope xD anyway) keep up writing. If writing wasn't in your choice of career, think about twice; I'm not just saying this to be sweet with you. No, I believe you're an exquisite writer and your imagination will never stop growing. You'll go far in life with only a pen and paper.
I really love reading your notes too. They're twisted up with wisdom words and hilarious sentences!
Okay... This comment is pretty long, maybe I should've sent it in messages.... Hahahaha xD

marie.eve07 marie.eve07
1/8/14