Death felt nice. Reminiscing felt good. And most memories involved Jacob. Did I do the right thing? Just giving up like this? It felt nice to not be around anymore. It felt really nice.
It seemed so unreal. And that was because I hadn't died.
I blinked open my eyes, moaning. I heard someone call the doctor. My vision was blurred, and I couldn't make any of the faces surrounding me. I tried blinking some more to no prevail.
"I can't see," I moaned.
I blinked once more, the picture slowly getting clearer. I groaned. I saw Jacob tell some the people to get out. It was just me and him.
"Good morning, sunshine," he said, "so, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, slowly.
"You tried kill yourself?" he asked.
He sounded scared. I sat up on my elbows, staring at him.
"So, you're the reason why I'm not dead?" I asked.
"I wanted to die, you ass hole."
"Well, you suck at trying to kill yourself."
I groaned, falling back on the pillow, my hand on my forehead. He sat on the chair next to me.
"Why?" he whispered.
"Because," I said.
"You fucking scared me to death! You at least owe me an explanation."
"No, I don't. Now, can you just leave? I wanna be alone."
"Fine," he said.
He got up, heading towards the door.
"Jacob," I called, "wait."
He turned around.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"No," he said, smiling.
"Then can you sit here," I said, "with me."
He walked towards the chair and sat down. He looked tired, but as usual, sexy.
"I thought you really gave up on me. And I saw Stacey crying. I felt like I was the... worst person alive on Earth. I felt a complete bitch. I felt lonely."
"Damn," he whispered, "that's one stupid reason."
I was offended and slapped his arm.
"You shouldn't have felt that way," he said, laughing a little, "'cause I should have let you explain. Mr. Parker is a goddamn mother-fucking man-whore."
"Nice choice of words," I said.
"I know. So, um, are you ok?"
"Yeah... are we good?"
He nodded smiling. He kissed my forehead and left the room. I sighed. One minor problem was solved. One more to go. And then... the big one. Who the hell killed Julia Gregorio?