Jocelyn’s POV

“There should be a taxi waiting outside Jo,” Eliza whispered into my ear. I nodded, not bothering to ask when she had managed to get one and proceeded to open the door, letting a cold gust of wind blow against us. I shivered and pulled my coat tightly around myself.
“Airport?” the driver asked, after our bags were securely packed into the boot of the car and we were just fastening our seat beats. I nodded and watched as the Jonas house grew further and further into the distance. There was no way I’d see these people again and that hurt…so much.

I had remained in my dingy apartment, on my own, for a total of…nine days I believe. I couldn’t do anything with myself and I felt completely helpless. I’d lost track of what the actual day was, just because I was thinking about nothing other than Joe. I told myself not to, and I succeeded half of the time, but when it came to sleeping I just couldn’t get him out of my dreams. I often woke to tears streaming down my face and a frantic, beating heart. It took a while to calm down since I’d go into some sort of panic attack but then I couldn’t get to sleep after that. That happened last night and now I was currently laying on my bed, knowing it was sometime early in the morning but not really caring enough to make sure I was right. It didn’t really matter. I hadn’t let Aimee and Eliza in since the day we got back and I haven’t picked up any phone calls either. They must be worried about me but I was beyond caring. I’d rather just lie here and let myself drown in my own misery then have someone constantly hounding me to get up out of bed. I was in my depressed stage and I certainly wasn’t going to get out of it any time soon.

Maybe I dragged myself up to have a shower each day and put on a fresh pair of underwear but that only lead to me getting straight back into bed. I groaned when the phone had started to ring for the first time that morning. It started like this and continued every thirty minutes during the rest of the day. It really was starting to bug me.
“Jocelyn! Get your out of bed and answer this phone! Your mom will be round at any moment and she has a key! Yes, I resorted to the parent card. You left me no choice.” I glared at the phone as Aimee left an answer phone message. She called my mom?! Low blow…really low blow.
“Honey?…Sweetie?” I groaned again as my mom’s voice and footsteps echoed outside in the hall. I pulled the covers over my head and proceeded to try and block out her voice.
“Jocelyn?…Oh Jocelyn, how long have you been up here like this? Come here.” She had her caring mothers voice on and to be honest, I missed that. I needed her support and if she really didn’t care about me…she wouldn’t have come, right? I felt the covers that I had tucked underneath me come away easily and now, I was staring up into the concerned face of my mother. She looked over me slowly and looked at how much of a state I was in. I know my face looked shallow and dead-looking with heavy, black bags under my eyes. I know my already small frame was a lot thinner than it was a week ago. Not anorexic I might add, just a tad underweight. I hadn’t eaten…I couldn’t. Anything I did force myself to eat just curdled in my stomach before bringing itself back up again.

“Aimee told me everything. I’m so sorry.” Her eyes brimmed with tears as she placed a hand on my arm. I would have thought she’d be angry but considering the sight of me and how broken I look, I could see how that can be over-shadowed. My lip quivered as her worry lines increased further.
“It hurts mom…it hurts s–so bad,” I whimpered before sitting up and throwing my arms around her neck. She immediately pulled me into her and returned the tight embrace, occasionally rubbing my back to calm me down. I was crying out every bit of pain I had felt from that day but this was different, I wasn’t trying to suppress it anymore.
“Shush, it’s okay sweetie. It’s okay. I’ll get you through this. Yes, it hurts at first but with time it will pass. Everything is going to be okay my baby, you’ll see.” And as my mom slowly rocked me back and forth, holding me tightly within her arms, I really believed it was. With her here with me…I was going to be okay. She pulled back and cupped my cheeks within her soft palms.
“You’re coming home with me, okay? Come on, let’s pack some clothes.” I nodded, without hesitation, and slowly stood up. I stumbled on my feet a little, feeling quite faint from lack of food but walked over to my closet anyway. I could almost see the look of concern on my mom’s face as she watched me shuffle around.
“We’re going to have to get some food into you sweetheart. You’ll get sick if you don’t start eating.” I half shrugged-half nodded but didn’t stop to look up from my bag….
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There was more to this chapter but I couldn’t fit in so it has a lame ending. Please comment and follow me on twitter : http://twitter.com/Kerimagraw

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