This week was awful. I didn't expect everything to happen the way that they did. I wish I never left the house. I wish I never started school. I wish I hadn't lied to my family about what happened. I wish I never met that b****! I wish I never had sex with that ***hole Brent! I wish I never said what I said to Joanne! I wish I never...(sighs). Let me just calm down and tell you what happened! It all started on the bus!
I was on the bus with Joanne talking about you-know-who! Brent! My boy toy! My everything! That's when Joanne said:
"Jen, he's totally out of your league!"
"And how do you know that?"
"Because...he doesn't date smart girls!"
"Ha! You wish! Everyone knows me and Brent are a soon-to-be item!"
Then that's when Heather appeared! She said:
"Oh please, you white trash freak! You actually believe that YOU have a shot at Brent! If you ask me..."
Then Joanne interrupted and said:
"That's just it! No one did!"
That's when me and Jen high-fived each other!
Then I said:
"Yeah, you cow!'
That's when Heather's face buckled with anger and immediately, she yelled the one thing that ruined me.
"Hey, everyone! Listen up! JEN IS A LESBIAN! That's why she hangs around Joanne so much! They're in love with each other!"
That's when everyone on the bus started chattering among their friends and they started saying things like:
"So that's why she hangs out with Joanne!"
"I didn't know she was gay!"
"Have you seen them make out?"
"I'll bet they both have AIDS!"
"I didn't know she was a d***!"
When she said that, my face burst into tears! Joanne hugged me as I began to shed tears! Joanne yelled out to Heather:
"Heather, you b****! Why don't you go back to the farm, you cow?"
Heather said to Joanne:
"Why don't you take off your wig?"
Within an instant, Joanne released me and shouted in a blinding fury:
"THAT'S IT!"
She leaped from her seat, jumped straight at Heather and started beating her down! Hair was flying, books hit the floor, paper flying in different directions, slurs were being shouted between Joanne and Heather!
"B****!"
"S***!"
"Wh***!
"Fa****!"
Everyone on the bus watched my best friend fight one of the most meanest b******in the whole school and they were yelling "Fight, Fight, Fight" over and over and over. The bus driver stopped the bus, walked down the aisle and broke the girls up.
Heather, with her smeared makeup and hair falling out, yelled to Joanne:
"I'm going to kill both of you! You hear me? BOTH OF YOU!
Everyone on the bus looked at both me and Joanne and let out a long, exasperated "OH!"
Joanne and I looked at her with a steely gaze and that's when Joanne said:
"Make my day, tramp!"
The bus stopped and everyone got off the bus and went inside the school building including Heather who met up with her friends and all looked back at both of us as we got off the bus! That's when me and Joanne flipped them the bird! That made them even more upset and they kept walking towards the building gossiping about what happened on the bus.
I brushed Joanne off, gave her bracelet that Heather ripped off her wrist and walked towards the building.
I said to Joanne:
"Thanks for that back there!"
"Yeah, don't sweat it! You would've done the same for me!"
When we walked into the school building, the unthinkable happened! A rumor spread around about what happened on the bus in just a few short minutes. That me and Joanne made out on the bus! Everyone in the halls looked at us as we walked down the hallway as if we were new kids or something. Then someone yelled out:
"Hey, look! It's the two sl***!"
Everyone in the hall started laughing at us and throwing things at both of us. One girl came out of the crowd, pushed me on the ground and asked in a peevish tone:
"Have a nice fall, Jen?"
Joanne once again lunged at the girl and started beating her down. A teacher saw this and ran as fast as he could down the hall to break Joanne and the girl up. As the girl got up, she looked at Joanne and said:
"White trash!"
Joanne looked straight in her blue eyes with maddening rage and threw one last punch at her and she was down for the count! The teacher that separated her took her to the office while all the people in the hall looked at the girl on the floor, Joanne and then me. I brushed myself off, walked down the hall and as I did, the people in the hall cleared a path for me to walk through. As soon as I got to the middle of the hallway, I heard people whispering to her friends about me.
"Oh my god! Can you believe her?"
"She needs her girlfriend to fight her battles for her."
"She's so weak!"
"I hope she gets hit by a bus!"
"I hope her and her girlfriend commit suicide!"
"I'm surprised she doesn't have AIDS!"
"She probably does!"
I ran straight to the bathroom, picked a stall in the bathroom, and started crying! I cried so hard that my tears actually made a trail from the bathroom stall to the bathroom door. I cried for ten minutes thinking about how all of this started. Why did this have to happen? For what purpose? And more importantly, why was it happening to me? As I began to converse with my thoughts and let my emotions get the best of me, a group of girls came through the door.
"OMG! Is one of the toilets leaking or something? I almost slipped!"
It was Heather and her group of skanks! Heather was looking at the mirror doing her makeup as her friends stood around her.
"I swear if I see that b****, I am going to beat her into a coma!"
"Mmm hmm!"
"I heard that!"
"That little b**** needs to get what she deserves!"
I was so horrified at what they were saying that I accidentally let out a squeal. As soon as they heard that, they turned their heads in my direction. Heather asked:
"What was that?"
"I think it came from this stall!"
One of her friends pointed to the stall that I was in, opened the door and found me. Heather said:
"Oh, well look who it is! I told you I would kill you! Get her!"
Her friends pulled me off of the toilet and held me up! They held me up until I was staring in Heather's evil red eyes! She brought out a pair of scissors and moved closer towards me. She said:
"This is what happens to f*** with me!"
I couldn't break free because her friends had a tight grip on my arms. I screamed as loud as I possibly could, but her friends got some tape from her pocket and taped my mouth shut. That's when it happened! I began to cry even more tears than what I was crying before! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My hair was falling off of my scalp! All of it! My beautiful blonde hair was on the ground! My life was over! Then she did the worst thing that she could possibly do as a human being! She brought out a black permanent marker and wrote something in the middle of my forehead! Her girls picked me up and had me staring in the mirror. I saw myself completely bald! Not a single strand of hair was on my head! Plus, she wrote "WHORE" in the middle of my forehead! I didn't know what to feel! I didn't have energy to fight or break free! I couldn't cry because I didn't have any more tears left to cry! I couldn't yell because my mouth was still taped shut! I was defenseless.
Heather came up to me and said:
"YOU ARE A WHORE AND WILL ALWAYS BE A WHORE! NO CARES ABOUT YOU AND NO ONE EVER WILL CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU ARE A PIECE OF S*** AND I HOPE AND PRAY THAT YOU DIE!"
After she said that, she slapped me! Her friends threw me off the ground and walked away. I laid there on the ground, broken and frozen with pain. I can't believe what just happened. It was as if my world collapsed right in front of me! I felt like my life didn't matter anymore. Like it had no meaning. Like I...had no meaning. Now I thought "Is this what a doll feels like?" Useless, fake, and inanimate. As I was on the floor wallowing at my own self-pity, Joanne walked through the door, saw me on the floor and said:
"OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DID THIS?"
(muffled) "Heather and her b****** did it!"
Joanne said:
"What? I can't hear you. Let me take this tape off!"
Joanne told the tape off of my smeared face and immediately, I started crying again! As I was crying, Joanne saw what was on my forehead, got a paper towel from the paper towel dispenser and tried to wash the offensive label off my forehead that was hard to wipe off. That's when she asked again:
"Who did this to you?"
(crying) "HEATHER! She and her sl** bunch found me in the stall, pulled me out, picked me up and Heather cut all of my hair and wrote this s*** on my forehead!"
When she heard this, she too started crying with me. She hugged me because she realized the seriousness of this situation and felt sympathy towards me. She said to me while crying at the same time:
"Jen, listen...to...me! We wi...ll get through...this! Together! You're my best friend and I'm not going to let these h*** crush you! Because I'm going to crush them before all of that happens!
I looked at her with tear-filled eyes and could tell that she meant what she said. She said:
"Meet me at my house after school. We're going to exact our revenge!"
I said, joyfully:
"Alright! Let's do it!"
Later on that day, I went over to Joanne's house where we discussed our plan for revenge. I went to her room where she drawn a full-scale schematic on her board on how she planned for us to go about our attack. She drew a picture of her house, two stick figures of us with cans of spray paint, bricks, and hammers.
Joanne said:
"Here's the plan. We walk over to her house when Heather and her family aren't home. We use the bricks to break in and we use the hammers to break everything in her house! Once we're done trashing the place, we use the spray paint to write this message on her house!"
She had another board with a message that read:
"HEATHER MEADOUGHS, QUEEN OF THE SL***!"
As much as I wanted to back away from doing this, I was too filled up with anger and ferocious rage to think clearly about anything. I gathered the supplies, followed Joanne downstairs and left the house. We saw Heather's house and luckily, no one was home. But my question was "How did Joanne know that Heather wasn't home or that her family wasn't home?" But I didn't bother asking. As we approached the house, Joanne handed me a pair of gloves, a mask, my hammer and bricks. Joanne said:
"Ready to do some damage?"
"I was born ready!"
"Alright, let's go!"
We both got bricks, threw them at the windows and got in. When we got in the house, it was pitch black. We couldn't see anything. Joanne started looking for a light switch around the house. I was walking around trying to find my way around a house I had never been in before. As I was walking around, I hit my leg on something. I think it was a table or something. Joanne looked at me and said:
"Are you alright over there?"
"Yeah... I'm good. Just find the light switch."
Joanne was touching the walls trying to find a switch when her hand passed by something. It felt like something was wedged into something and her hand went by it again and the light bulb flickered on a little bit. Joanne said:
"AH HA! Here it is!"
Joanne turned on the light and we could be able to see everything now. Now I see that I hit my leg on a circular glass table. Joanne looked at me with a grin and said:
"Okay, now that we can see, it's bashin' time!"
Joanne brought out her sledgehammer, ran straight to the plasma screen T.V. in the living room and started swinging wildly at it! She literally destroyed that T.V. set and as soon as she was done, all of the pieces fell out. I looked at her with a surprised look on my face and said:
"Wow!"
Joanne said:
"Well, don't just stand there! Break something!"
As soon as she said that, I came back to reality, picked up my hammer and started crushing their computer! Then I ran into the kitchen, pushed the refrigerator down and started beating it. I started throwing food all over the place and totally trashing their kitchen. I went underneath the sink and started banging at the pipes until they came loose. Once they were loose, I turned on the water and all of the water came roaring out of the pipes to the point where the kitchen was flooding. I left the kitchen and starting breaking things in other rooms. I was in a room with a king sized bed, a walk-in bathroom and closet, another plasma screen sitting on the dresser along with jewelry, family photos, assorted purses, snow globes, a lamp, watches, etc. I smashed the plasma screen, took all of the jewelry, watches, bracelets, rings and flushed them all down the toilet. I also took the snow globes and cracked the glass with my hammer. I jumped on the bed, took the sheets, bedspread, pillows off of the bed and poured some wine that was on a counter beside the bed all over the mattress. I then went back into the bathroom, turned on the sink and the tub in order to get the flood the bathroom. I also put the bed sheets and bedspread in the toilet and pushed the handle on the toilet repeatedly so that the toilet could back up and contribute to the flood in the bathroom. It wasn't long until the entire room was completely trashed that I made my way to the coup de grâce: Heather's room. When I walked into her room, I couldn't believe my eyes! She has posters of rainbows everywhere! There were posters that would read things like:
"Lesbian Power!"
"Love Only Lesbians!"
"GIRL POWER!"
"LGBT FOREVER!"
There were also pictures of her with her group of girls! There were pictures of her making out with one of them, posing with them, hugging them, rubbing them in a sexual way, etc. I was BEYOND shocked! I felt like I just hit the jackpot! So Heather is a lesbian! It all makes sense! All of it! I looked out the door and yelled:
"JOANNE! YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!"
Joanne came dashing down the hall and stopped in her tracks! When she saw this, her face formed the biggest grin I had ever seen in my life! She got on her hands and knees and said:
"YES! THANK YOU JESUS! YOU ARE A MIRACLE WORKER!"
She went into her pocket and brought a cell phone! She turned on her camera function and started taking pictures of all of the things in Heather's room. The pictures, the posters, the rainbow floor that we were currently standing on, her right earring that was on her countertop. After she was done taking pictures, she said:
"Alright, now let's bash this room!"
Just as I was about to raise my hammer to start bashing her wall, we both heard a car pull up to the driveway. When we heard this, we both said in unison:
"OH S***!"
We both started panicking about what our next move was going to be when Joanne spotted Heather's window! She said:
"Jen! Come on! Out the window!"
Joanne lifted up the window and we both jumped out! We ran towards the wooden fence that surrounded her backyard and jumped over it. We would jump fence after fence after fence until we were at least 100 feet away from her house. As we continued to walk, we heard a loud scream coming from behind us!
A man yelled out:
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PLASMA SCREEN?"
A woman screamed in terror and yelled:
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN?"
We stopped running and started walking to catch our breath. Then I asked Joanne:
"Hey, did you write that message on their house with the paint you brought?"
"Yeah. I did it while you were trashing the rooms. I'm surprised they didn't see it yet! It was on the front of their house!"
We started to laugh at the wreckage that we created and started walking down the street again. About a few minutes later, we managed to make it back home without Joanne's parents knowing that we left. We went upstairs and I laid on her bed while Joanne laid on the floor. I said with the biggest smile on my face:
"And that, my friend, is how you do that!"
I leaned over on the far corner of Joanne's bed and gave her a high-five! That's when Joanne jumped up and yelled from the top of her lungs:
"PAYBACK, MOTHER*******! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE! BUT MAN, I CAN'T BELIEVE THE LOOK ON HER FACE WHEN SHE SEES ALL THE PICTURES THAT I TOOK PLASTERED ALL OVER THE SCHO..."
She started looking for her phone that she thought was in her pocket, but for some reason, it wasn't there! She let out a slight chuckle and checked the other pocket, but it wasn't there either. Then, out of nowhere, she stood there in the middle of the floor frozen in paranoia as she figured out the whereabouts of her phone. She then passed out. I got off of her bed, went over to her and started shaking her to wake up, but she wouldn't respond. I started slapping her across the face, but she still wouldn't come back to Earth. I dashed out of the room, got a bucket from the hallway, went to the bathroom, filled it up and splashed the water in her face. She finally woke up out of her state of induced shock. I looked at her and said, worriedly:
"Joanne, speak to me! Tell me what's wrong!"
She looked at me with fear in her eyes and said to me in her weakest of all voices:
"I left...my phone...at Heather's house."
As soon as I heard that, I felt a huge pain in my stomach! In my head, I thought:
"I'm dead right where I stand!"
Out of the blue, the unthinkable happened. My phone rang and it was the last person that I'd ever want calling me: Heather. I answered the phone and didn't say anything. She breathed heavily over the phone and yelled maniacally:
"TIME TO DIE, B******! GOOD NIGHT"
The phone hung up and we were both silent the whole night.
THE NEXT DAY
Me and Joanne both woke up the next morning with our gear still on from last night. As we woke up, Joanne got up from the floor and asked me:
"What time is it?"
I looked at my cell phone and it read 8:45 a.m. I told Joanne what time it was and brought it to her attention that we overslept! We were supposed to be up by 7! We immediately got up from the floor, got rid of our supplies that we had and Joanne looked back at me and said:
"Ok, so we'll meet back at school! You go home and change out of those clothes!
"Okay."
"Don't tell anyone about what happened last night. If anyone asks, we were cramming for a test!"
"Alright. I won't tell anyone."
"Jen, promise me!"
"I promise!"
I left the house and made my way back to my house, but as soon as I got to the front yard, my parents were waiting for me. My dad came out and asked:
"Young lady, where were you last night? Me and your mother were worried sick!"
I told them that I was studying at Joanne's. Then my father added:
"You also didn't leave a note saying where you were. I mean, you could've been robbing a bank for all we know or at a strip club! When you leave the house, let us know where you are. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
My mom didn't see say anything. She was shocked for some reason. She was staring at my head and then I remembered that I had no hair! After a 10 seconds of staring, my mom looked at me with her jaw on the floor and asked:
"Jen...what happened to your hair?!!"
I couldn't tell them that Heather cut it all off because it would start more drama than what I had already put myself into. So I told her:
"Me and Joanne got our hair done at the salon yesterday and I want to make my hair shorter, but instead, the woman that cut my hair made a mistake and accidentally cut too much of my hair!"
My mom said:
"Well...accidents happen, I guess. Next time, let me come with you so the same thing won't happen again!"
I looked at her and smiled a little bit because she totally bought it. I replied by saying:
"Yes ma'am."
Both of my parents embraced me and we both went into the house. As soon as I was in the house, I ran upstairs to my room and changed my clothes. I took the clothes that I wore last night and threw them out the window to get rid of any evidence of what happened last night. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, sprayed perfume and ran down the stairs. But just as I was about to leave, my parents had the TV turned to the news. The top story was a report of the break-in that me and Joanne were involved in. It was the same house in the same neighborhood and as I looked, my heart almost stopped.
"Police are investigating a break-in that happened on Wymington Ave last night. At around 8:00 p.m. last night, two robbers apparently broke in to the house, destroyed nearly everything in the home including a plasma screen television set, family portraits, furniture and among other things. There was also rooms in the house that were soaking wet due to the amount of water that flowed from the bathroom sink, the tub and from underneath the kitchen sink along with the bedspread that had been soaked in wine. Police were completely baffled when they reported that nothing was taken out of the house and that there were no eyewitnesses."
That's when the camera panned over to the father of the family who was a large man with a saddened disposition and he started crying as he spoke.
"All I want to know is "Why"? Why did they have to mess up my house? More importantly, why did they have to destroy my baby? THEY DESTROYED MY PLASMA SCREEN! (crying) But I want the people who did it to know that...I hope you rot in hell for what you've done! I hope you pay for what you've done! You've not only upset me, my wife and my family, but you upset the peace of this entire community! Not to mention my plasma! MY BABY!"
The camera went back to the reporter who asked someone standing beside her on the right:
"Is there anything that you would like to add, ma'am?
The camera panned to the left which showed Heather with a devilish grin on her face. She looked straight at the camera and said:
"I sure hope the police find whoever's responsible for this! For anyone that finds information,..."
That's when she brought out Joanne's phone, activated the dial pad function and started typing the numbers as she continued talking.
"...call (867)-375-1892! Thank you and I hope that the people that did it die a painful and grueling death! Back to you, Donna!"
The camera panned back to Donna who was looking at the camera with a puzzled look on her face. I stared at the television screen in nervousness to the point where I started trembling as I came down the stairs. My parents looked back at me and said:
"Jen, are you all right?"
I looked up at my mom and said:
"I'm okay! I just tripped!"
I got up from the ground and walked out the door. I walked down the street feeling extremely nervous! Heather knows that it was us that broke into her house! She knows who that cell phone belongs to! I felt sick with each walk that I took. I felt like someone could just point me out at any time at any place! Even at school! Oh my god, school! Heather could've already told everyone that was at school that we were the ones who broke in her house! Or worse! She probably told the police and they're waiting for the right moment to strike! The more I continued to think about these thoughts, the more it increased my paranoia about the situation to the point where the pain in my gut never seemed to leave! I finally made it to school and the closer I got, the louder the voices in my head became! The intensity started building up, the pressure started rising, my blood levels increased, my heartbeat started pumping faster than the Road Runner running on a treadmill! As I finally opened the door, the moment of truth began! People looked in my direction to see who it was that came through the door. When they saw me, everyone became silent. I started walking down the hallway and as I kept walking, people stopped talking and started whispering. I heard them say things like:
"I think she did it!"
"She probably did!"
"She looks like someone who would do it!"
"That's probably the reason why she wasn't on the bus this morning."
"No, she was probably making out with her girlfriend, Joanne!"
"That makes perfect sense!"
I couldn't believe what was happening! Heather didn't even say anything and the news is already starting to haunt me! I ran down the halls crying once again and ran straight into the supply closet! I was tired of this! I was tired of people talking about me! I was tired of people thinking negative things about me! I was tired of the stress that I was getting from everyone that was talking about the break-in! I was tired of it all! I sat on the floor crying again leading yet another trail of tears! I cried for 5 minutes until I heard a soft knock at the door! Then someone said:
"Hello? Is anyone in here? I hear crying."
It was a boy. That's weird. I didn't expect a boy to come and try to help me out of my moment of discomfort. I got up from the floor, opened the door and saw...Brent! The moment I saw Brent, I was tingling all over with warmth and a voice inside of me screamed:
"YES!"
He said:
"Hi. I saw you run in here and I wanted to help. Are you okay?"
I looked at him, sniffling from the crying. I said to him:
(sniffles) "I'm okay."
Brent, with his dreamy blue eyes, gazed into my eyes and said:
"Don't worry about them. They're just stupid and have nothin' else to talk about. You're a wonderful person and you shouldn't let the hate bother you. And if you feel that nobody cares about you, I do."
I accidentally let out a girlish squeal! OMG! I can't believe that this is happening! The guy of my dreams is talking to me!" I calmed down and said:
"Thanks. I needed that."
Then Brent said:
"Yeah. Listen...I'm having a party this Saturday and I was wondering if you wanted to go."
I wanted to yell out "YES" from the top of my lungs, but I maintained myself and said:
"Yes. Yes I would like to go!"
He said:
"Awesome! It's at my place! Starts at 8! Wear something sexy!"
I said:
"I will!"
We both hugged and went our separate ways. But what I didn't know was that Joanne saw the whole thing! She was standing right behind me the whole time in a red shirt with black blue jean pants and black boots. She walked up to me and asked:
"What was all that about?"
"Brent, a.k.a. the man of my dreams, just invited me to go over to his house for a party. Can you believe it?"
Joanne said:
"Impressive. Looks like I was wrong about him dating smart girls. So what are you going to wear?"
"Come to think about it, I absolutely don't know. I was thinking about the news too much to even think straight about anything."
Just then, we finally seen Heather walking down the hall with her girlfriends. She turned her head in our direction, saw us, looked away and kept walking. As we watched her walk away, I returned to my moment of happiness and couldn't wait until Saturday.
SATURDAY, 7:45 P.M.
Today was my time to shine! I got dressed in my low-cut blue jean shorts, red tube top and high-heels. I also put on my red lipstick to doll myself up, a little bit of blush, light-blue eye shadow around my eyes, put my black bracelet on along with my heart-shaped necklace, got my purse, told my parents I was leaving and walked out. I was walking down the street feeling like the only girl in the world. I couldn't believe what was happening! I was going to a party that the man of my dreams invited me to! He's probably going to ask me to be his girlfriend or he's probably going to announce his love towards me! I had so many butterflies in my tummy that I couldn't even think straight. I was only think about one thing: Brent. I finally made it to his house only to find cars parked on his front lawn, driveway and curb. Everyone was either in the house partying or outside with the traditional red cups and alcohol. I walked past a dude that was passed out next to a barrel of alcohol and also passed a couple making out in the back of a white Escalade. I walked up to the front door, knocked and when the door opened, a person fell over. It looked like he drunk himself into a coma. I walked in and was surprised at the number of people that were in the house! It was literally impossible to find Brent! I kept walking around in order to figure out where I was. As I walked throughout the house, some creeper came up to me and said:
"Hey, lil mama! You got time?
I scoffed and said:
"Not for you!"
I pushed him out of the way and kept walking. But that didn't stop apparently. He came back and said:
"Yo, baby! Lemme tell you somethin'. You got what I want!"
I said, annoyed that he was flirting with me when I obviously didn't want anything to do with him:
"And what would that be?"
Then he did the most degrading of all things. He grabbed my ass! I gasped, slapped him, but he wouldn't let go! He then grabbed my wrists and said in a goofy voice :
"Oh, you shouldn't have done that!"
I tried to release myself from his hands, but he had a good grip on both of my wrists! Then he had the nerve to say this!
"Now...how would you like to be my girl?"
Then that's when I saw Brent come in the room. He saw me being manhandled by the creeper and said:
"Hey, dude! Let go of her!"
He ran in, pushed him away from me and punched him in the face! He looked at me with concern in his eyes and asked:
"Are you O.K.?"
I looked at him and said:
"Yeah, I'm fine!"
He looked at me from head to toe and said:
"You look good."
I giggled and said:
"Thanks!"
He asked:
"You want something to drink?"
I said:
"Sure!"
(Because I was feeling kinda thirsty). We went over to the punch bowl and there was a bunch of sodas, alcohol, red punch, etc. at the table. Also there were people who were laying facedown by the table or there were people who laid on the floor in a circular formation with an empty bottle in the middle of them. Brent asked me:
"What type of drink do you want?"
I grabbed the bottle of Dr. Pepper, got a cup and drunk the whole cup in one gulp! It was so good that I started to get pumped up a little bit. Like I just had an extra shot of energy! I quickly went back to the bottle of Dr. Pepper and had another drink! Only this time, I felt a huge explosion happen in my body! My blood started rushing, my heart started beating extremely fast and I started to feel extremely happy! Happier than I've been in my entire life! I also wanted to challenge how much energy I had so I went to the dance floor and started dancing! But as I started to dance, I started to become very excited all of a sudden. I started asking a lot of people to dance with me and they did! All of the boys and girls started dancing along with me and it felt great. It was like I controlled the dance floor! I felt like I was the life of the party and it showed because everyone started cheering me on saying:
"Go, girl! Go girl! Go girl! Go girl!"
I was so wild that I even started dancing on top of a table! I was unbelievable! Everyone formed a circle around me and started jumping and fist pumping! I felt like I was on top of the world! I couldn't be stopped! I couldn't be tamed! So that motivated me to do this! I stopped dancing, ran over to Brent and said enthusiastically:
"Oh my god, Brent! I never had this much fun in my entire life!"
"I know! Isn't it amazing?"
"I feel like I'm queen of the universe!"
"You should!"
"Brent, I have to tell you something! I love you and I have always loved you! You're my light, my shining star, the center of the universe! You're my everything! And I want you! Do me! NOW!"
"OK!"
He picked me up and carried me into a room. He locked the door, laid me down on a bed, crawled on my body and started kissing me. I thought in my head:
"YES! YES! THIS IS THE MOMENT I'VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF! I DON'T EVER WANT THIS MOMENT TO END!"
He stopped kissing me to take off his clothes. Then he took off my pants and everything else on my body and I was deflowered. I couldn't express the love that I experienced! It was so passionate! So mind-blowing! So good that I wanted it to go on forever! It was the greatest day of my life! I felt like I finally became a woman! It was the perfect day at the perfect party with the perfect guy! I felt like I was dreaming! I didn't want this night to end! Everything felt so hot! The way he was rubbing me, kissing me, touching me, the sounds we both made, everything! He was incredible! After 2 hours of lovemaking, we both need to catch our breaths. I got up, wrapped my arms around Brent and said:
"OH MY GOD, Brent! That was wonderful! You're amazing!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it!"
He put his clothes back on and I put mine back on. I jumped on his back and he started carrying me. He made his way to the door and when he opened it, people fell over into the room. Apparently, there were people outside listening to us have sex. As we walked out, people started clapping and cheering for us! We both were surprised because we didn't think they were actually listening to us! I got off of Brent's soft and luscious back, got the Dr. Pepper bottle, hopped on a wooden table and said:
"Everyone! I would like to make a toast! To Brent! Who is the best lover in the world! He made me feel things that I've never felt before! He gave me love, affection and passion and I want to be his girl! I LOVE YOU BABY!"
Brent looked at me with the biggest grin on his face and said:
"I LOVE YOU TOO, BABE!"
Then everyone yelled:
"YEAH!"
Then I yelled:
"TO US!"
I picked the Dr. Pepper bottle and poured the whole gallon down my mouth! Then the unthinkable happen! My chest started hurting! My head started throbbing and I fell straight through the table! I think I had a heart attack or something! I felt like I was going to die! Everything in my body started leaving me! My heart started beating slower, my head was killing me and I started gasping for air. Then I blacked out and couldn't hear anything.
1 Hour Later
I woke up on an operating bed with doctors wheeling me to the nearest emergency room. One of the doctors looked at me and said:
"You're going to be okay, dear! We're here to help you!"
Another doctor said:
"Take this girl to the trauma unit! Hook her up to an IV and make sure she's breathing properly!
I looked around the hallway to see what was going on. A lot of people were rushing back and forth to attend to the other patients that were in the hospital. I was hurting really bad! The pain was unbearable and it hurt to move anything! It felt like I was burning on all parts of my body!
The doctors found a room for me and one of the doctors said:
"Just relax. Everything's going to be fine!"
Another doctor came in the room and hooked me up to the I.V. Then he went over to the group of doctors and asked:
"Ok, so what have got here?"
"Well, someone called 911 about an hour ago and our medical team found her unresponsive. We ran some tests on her and found high concentrations of both alcohol and cocaine in her system."
"Sounds like she had too much to drink!"
Then I thought:
"What?!! How is that possible when I didn't drink alcohol or do cocaine at the party?"
"So now we're going to keep her on oxygen therapy so she can at least be able to breathe normally. In the meantime, one of you get her hooked up to and ECG so we can see how much damage was done."
"In the meantime, we need to call her parents to notify them that she's here."
That's what my nervous system came back on and the IV starting speeding up! I thought:
"NO! The last thing that I want is for my parents to be here! They were going to believe that I got high and drunk and I couldn't do anything about it!"
I wanted to pull the cord, but there would be no point. I didn't want to die, but I felt as if anything would be better than more problems that I could handle. It was bad enough that I was in the last place that I would ever want to be in my lifetime, but it would be even worse if I were to drag my family into this. Another doctor came in and said:
"Hi, Jen. My name is Doctor Edwin and I will be giving you your medicine."
He got a remote, pushed the "Up" button on the remote and the bed instantly propped me up. He went out the door, brought a cart with a cup of water and a plastic bag containing two aspirin pills. He took one of the pills out of the bag and said:
"Now, what I need for you to do is for you to say open your mouth as wide as you can."
I opened my mouth and he gave me my medicine. I swallowed my medicine and Dr. Edwin got the cup of water, held my head back and poured a little bit of water down my throat. After the first pill was swallowed, he did the same thing with the second pill. He then said to me:
"That should suppress the pain in your body so that you can move around without upsetting the veins. Give it a try."
I carefully lifted my arms, waved them around and surely enough, I didn't feel the pain. I moved both of my feet up and down and I didn't feel the pain in both of my feet. However, when I started to breathe, I started to feel a little pain in my chest because the heart attack affected major areas of my chest.
I said to Dr. Edwin:
"Thank you for taking away at least a small portion of the pain in my life."
He laughed playfully at what I said and replied:
"Glad I could help. Another doctor will be with you shortly."
He pressed the "Down" button on the remote, bringing the bed down and left the room. I laid back in the bed and stared at the ceiling thinking about what the doctors said about me doing cocaine and drinking alcohol. That was completely ridiculous! I don't remember doing either! I didn't even know that was at the party! How can they find cocaine and alcohol in me? I don't drink or do drugs! Something's up! But before I could ponder deeply into the matter, another doctor came in. She said:
"Hello, Jen. My name is Mrs. Solivver. I am your cardiologist and what I 'm going to do is place you in oxygen therapy. Now all I'm going to do is put this mask over your face so that your body can begin taking in more oxygen. Now, when I put this mask on, try to breathe like you would normally breathe. Breathe in and out."
She put the mask on my face and I did exactly what she said. Breathe in and out. I continued to breathe normally and as I did, I felt like I was given another chance at life. Almost as if all of my problems disappeared for the moment. Plus, I was finally away from everything that gave me drama (for the moment at least). As I continue the repetitive rhythm of inhaling and exhaling, I felt my heart beginning to beat regularly or at least heal itself from all of the damage done to it. My body began to relax itself and the pressure from the heart attack began to loosen in my arms and legs. But my head was still sore. I began to fall asleep, hoping that the pain in my head would eventually leave my body.
10 Minutes Later
I felt something tugging on me on my shoulder. It felt like a hand. Then I heard a voice.
"Jen, wake up. Wake up, Jen. It's your mother. Wake up."
When I heard that my parents were here, my eyes shot open! My mom and my dad were in the emergency room and they hugged me. They both looked at me relieved that I was okay.
My mom said:
"Oh, Jen. You had us worried. We thought you were going to die."
Then my dad added:
"Yeah, our family would never be the same if you left us. You're our daughter and we'll both do whatever we can to protect you. We love you!"
I looked at both of them and said while tearing up:
"I love you both!"
I hugged both of them again, but as softly as I possibly could. I didn't want to take any chances of setting off another heart attack. My parents walked over to the doctors and asked them how long would I need to stay here. The doctors told my parents that I may need to stay for at least 2 to 3 more days just to make sure that my major organs are working properly.
My mom crouched down beside my bed and said:
"Now Jen. If anything goes wrong, don't be afraid to ask any of the doctors for help. They're here to help you get better."
My dad, standing up, looked at me and said:
"You'll have everything you need right here in this hospital. But remember, if you need us, we're a phone call away."
I said to my parents:
"Thank you guys for being so understanding."
My mom said:
"Jen, we're your parents! That's our job!"
My dad leaned over and kissed me on my forehead. Both of them began to walk away from my bed and as they were about to leave out the door, my mom turned around and said:
"Get well soon, baby."
I looked at my mom with a smile on my face and said:
"Yes ma'am."
And that was the last time that I'd seen my parents in 2 whole days. For the next two days, I received more oxygen therapy so that my heart would be able to pump more oxygen back into my body. I was also given an X-ray so that the doctors could see if there were still some damaged areas in my body from the heart attack or if I was breathing properly. They also tested my nervous system to make sure that the blood was flowing through my body like it should and to test whether or not the nerves themselves weren't severely weakened during the heart attack. Plus, they gave me more aspirin for my headache that I had. I never expected these last two days here to be so stressful on me. I felt like the doctors were playing "Operation" with my body. I just wanted to leave. I didn't want to stay in this hospital anymore. I missed my family and most importantly, I missed Joanne. But I really couldn't do anything about it until my two days were over. So I just drifted to sleep and waited for tomorrow to come.
2 Days Later
I was finally able to leave the hospital. My parents came to the hospital, filled out a release form for me signifying that I was at the hospital for a certain period of time and we left. I was in the car thinking about the party. Thinking about how I blacked out from drinking the whole bottle of Dr. Pepper. I mean, maybe I had a bad heart or something. I'm sure the cardiologists took care of that. But normally, people don't black out after they drink a full bottle of soda which means there must've been something in that bottle that caused me to black out. I mean, that explains why there were people passed out on the floor when I went by the table with all the drinks on it. But the question is...what was in that bottle?
We made it back to my house and I got out of the car. My dad opened the door for us to come into the house and as I walked in, my parents brought me into the living room, told me to sit down and started asking me questions about the party.
My mom started off the conversation by saying:
Now, Jen. We're your parents and we love you. We care about your safety and your well-being and it's important for both me and your father to know what's going on with you. So, can you tell us what happened at the party?"
"Mom, I didn't do anything at the party. I swear! I don't remember that much of what happened, but I do know that I did not get high and I did not get drunk!"
Then my dad added:
"But that's not what the doctors said."
"Those doctors were lying! You got to believe me!"
My mom said:
"Honey, it's not that we don't believe you. It's just that we don't know what to believe."
Then my dad added:
"I mean, you probably had a soda and somebody probably slipped a little something extra in it when you weren't looking. We're not saying it's your fault."
I said, in an annoyed state:
"Then what are you saying?"
My mom said:
"Well, what we're saying is, we're just trying to figure out if your story checks out with the doctors' and right now, you're not giving us anything."
"I said, in an irritated state:
"I told you guys that I barely remember what happened. I went to the party, saw a friend of mine, drank a Dr. Pepper and the next thing you know, I'm in the hospital. I don't know what else to tell you."
My dad exchanged looks with my mother and they started to accept the fact that this was all the information that they were getting out of me.
My dad said to my mom:
"Well, if that's all she remembers, that's all she remembers."
My mom said:
"Well, I guess you're right. That heart attack must've taken a lot out of her."
Then she looked at me with a sympathetic face and said:
"My poor baby. Do you feel like you should go to school today?"
School. I didn't even think about school. I was so distraught about everything that happened over the weekend that I completely forgot about going to school. I started to think about Joanne and how I needed to tell her everything. The party. Brent. The hospital. Everything. But then if I do, I'll probably run the risk of seeing Heather again or have to be the victim of another huge rumor. Then I realized that if I don't go, I'm proving to everyone that they won over me and that I don't belong there. I couldn't let that happen.
I told my mom:
"Yes. Yes I do."
She said:
"Ok, Jen. Have some breakfast first."
My dad added:
"Also, change your clothes. You can't go to school wearing the same thing you wore to the party."
I looked at my clothes and realized that he was right. I was wearing the exact same outfit from the party. I ran upstairs, took my clothes off, took a shower, put on some different clothes, grabbed my pink hoodie, went downstairs, had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, said goodbye to my parents and walked to school. On my walk to school, I started looking around my street and took the time to truly understand what I would've missed out on if I died. The wonderful wildlife, the bluebird chirping its morning chirp, the squirrel venturing out into the world to find the acorn that will serve as its meal, the morning breeze sweeping me off my feet and guiding me into the meadow of happiness. I didn't want to leave this Earth. My life still has meaning left and a purpose that has yet to be fulfilled. Plus I would be leaving Joanne behind and not to mention Brent! (sighs) Brent! How I love you.
I finally made it to the school and as I walked towards it, I began to hear the loud chatter of the entire student body. I walked through the doors and when I did, I was met with the usual staring followed by the casual whispers that came out of the hallway.
"It's her!"
"The girl that slept with Brent?"
"Yeah, that's her!"
"What a sl**!"
"I heard she got drunk!"
"I heard she did coke!"
Ok, this was getting old. Every time I walk into the place, people always have something to say about me about everything whether they fully know about it or not. I was getting tired of it. I've been through too much this week to continue to hear this bull****! That's when I stopped walking, turned around and yelled:
"Shut the f*** up! None of you know a goddamn thing about me! I despise everyone in this hallway! Everyday it's the same damn thing! Everyone in here has some bull**** to say about me and about things that you all know absolutely nothing about! I'm sick of it! I really am to the point where I will knock anybody out that has a problem with me like you knocked me out! I've been through too much to be torn down! So, get it out of your system, walk away and SHUT THE F*** UP!"
I turn around and started walking down the hallway while leaving everyone in the hallway completely silent. I went into the girls bathroom and found Joanne doing her makeup and brushing her hair. I went over to her and she said:
"Hey. How was the party?"
"It was a good night gone bad."
"What happened?"
"Went to the party, got harassed by a creeper, got saved by my man Brent..."
"Ohhhh, so you finally got him."
"And we had sex!"
"Wow! That was...unexpected!"
"But here's where it goes bad. I started drinking this bottle of Dr. Pepper and I started to get extremely happy and excited about everything almost as if I was possessed by something. I had so much energy that I ended up being the life of the whole party! Then I was so happy that I got on top of a wooden table..."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! You were so happy that you stood on top of a table?"
"It was something in the bottle, I don't know! Anyway, I stood on top of the table, announced in front of everyone in the party how me and Brent were together, drank the whole gallon of Dr.Pepper and blacked out. Next thing you know, I'm in the hospital."
"Wow, you were wild! But what were you doing in the hospital?
"I had a heart attack."
"Oh my god! Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm fine now. I just need to take it easy and be aware of my surroundings."
"I should've been there. Who knows what would've happened to you?"
"Okay, now you're starting to sound like my mom."
"My bad, but think about what would happened if you died. I'd be devastated. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose you. We've been through too much together as friends and we have a strong bond because of it. But I'm just glad that you're okay."
"Yeah, I'm glad that I'm still alive too. I didn't even think that I was going to survive. When I dumped that bottle down my throat, everything in my body shut down. I thought I was done."
Then Joanne became sympathetic for a minute and hugged me. A few seconds later, she started sniffling and whimpering. I felt the wet drops of sadness on my back and elbow. She was shedding hard tears at the thought of me not being here on this Earth. I didn't understand how much Joanne cared about me. She acted like I was her sister the way she was crying. I stood there while she hugged there and hugged her like she would usually hugged me. I didn't cry because this time, I wanted to be the strong one at this one. Now was not the time for crying! I was given another chance at life and I was not going to waste it crying my eyes out. Joanne stopped crying after 3 minutes of crying so hard that her makeup started running off of her face. I went over to the paper towel dispenser, gave her a paper towel and she cleaned her face of all of the tears, snot and makeup that fell.
Joanne looked back at me from where she was standing and said:
"I love you, Jen. I will always love you. You are my best friend and I care for you more than I care about myself."
I looked back at her with a smile on my face and said back to her:
"I love you too, Joanne."
I hugged Joanne one last time and left the bathroom. I walked straight to my locker to get my things for class and as I started walking, I observed how everyone that I'd see walking the halls didn't make eye contact with me. They weren't saying anything about me. They weren't giving me a hard time. There was nothing thrown at me and I was finally able to walk the halls. I guess that's what happens when you finally put your foot down. I made it to my locker and got my things that I needed for class. I walked into class and sat at my seat which was in the back of the classroom. My teacher, Mr. Pertz, made an assignment for the entire class to do. He wanted us to write a full page paper on someone in this classroom and how they make you feel.
I thought:
"God. I should write my paper about God. God is everywhere. Including in this one classroom so that should be a good topic."
I started writing my paper about how God has given me a second chance at life. I talked about my visit to the hospital, how I thought I was going to die and how I managed to survive my heart attack. I put my heart and soul into writing this paper. I wanted to make everyone's eyes pop out of their skull in awe as they hear how much I had been through and how God made me see another day. He is and always will be my lord and savior. When I finished my paper, Mr. Pertz came around with a basket and collected the papers including mine. Now, here's what he did with the papers. He went through the papers, wrote each student's name on the board and made tally marks on the # of papers that was written about that student. He looked at the papers again and drew a tally mark under my name. Then he drew another tally mark. And another and another and another. One tally mark after another under my name. Then he drew a mad face emoticon reflecting the mood of each individual that wrote a paper about me and the worst part of it was there were no tally marks drawn by anyone else's name. Only mine. And there was one tally mark that was set to the side of the board which symbolizes mine because I didn't write about a student. I got up from my desk and ran out of the room trying hard not to cry. Mr. Pentz ran out the door and said:
"Jen, wait! Come back!"
I ran as far away from the classroom as I possibly could. I didn't want to see anyone in that classroom ever again because they were all a**holes! Just as I was about to run to the office to call my parents, Joanne ran up to me hesitant and at an alarming rate. She said:
"Jen! You'll never believe what I just heard?"
"What?"
"Heather was using Brent to get closer to you!"
"You're right. I don't believe you."
"Jen, listen to me! It's the truth! The Dr. Pepper, the sex, Brent being in love with you, all of it was a lie!"
"No, no, no! You're lying! Brent loves me! He does! You're just jealous because he loves me and not you!"
"Jen, you're being delusional! I just heard them say..."
"NOTHING! YOU HEARD THEM SAY NOTHING! Now you're lying to me because you're trying to make Brent look like a bad person when he isn't! He's my boyfriend, my lover and I won't let you or anyone else take him away from me! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! OUR FRIENDSHIP IS OVER!"
Joanne looked at me with tears developing in her eyes and said:
"Jen..."
I ran out of the building and headed straight home, leaving Joanne bawling on the floor. I was too blinded by my own infuriating rage to think about anything else. Joanne, everyone at school, Heather, my parents, everyone except Brent. I love Brent with all my heart and I wasn't going to let anyone destroy what we had together. I opened the front door and saw that my parents were both in the living room watching television. They turned around to acknowledge my early return back to the house and asked:
"Jen, what are you doing back so soon?"
"Did something happen?"
I didn't answer them. I just ran all the way upstairs, locked my door and sat in my room in silence. I didn't want to be bothered by anyone or anything. But I did want to speak to Brent. I picked up my cell phone, dialed his number and waited for someone to answer the phone. As I listen to the dial tone, I think about all of the things that I want to tell Brent. Someone answered the phone only it wasn't Brent. It was answered by someone who I never thought would be answering Brent's phone: Heather! She said:
"Hello, Jen or is it Queen of the Whores now?"
"What are you doing answering Brent's phone?"
"Relaying a message from him to you. He doesn't want you, Jen. He never did. I was just using him to get back at you for what you and your b**** did to my house!"
"Shut up! You don't know anything about our love!"
"Love? What love? Your "love" didn't even exist.
"Shut up! You don't know anything about us!"
"Really, Jen? Let me let you in on a little secret. Remember when you ran crying into the supply closet and Brent came and talked to you? That only happened because I sent him! I needed him to get you to come to the party so that my plan could be set in motion!"
"Plan? What plan?"
"My plan of chaotic proportions! Remember that guy that was messing with you? He was the signal for Brent to come into the living room to save you which started phase three of my plan. Remember the wonderful night in his room that you'd never forget?"
I said, extremely paranoid:
"You didn't."
She said, in a sinister yet demonic tone:
"Oh, yes I did! I had sex with him the night before the party so that I could give him AIDS which he gave to you!"
I shouted:
"No, that's not true! He would never do that to me! NEVER!
"Which brings me to the big finale! Remember the Dr. Pepper bottle?"
"No, no, no, no, no! NO! You didn't!"
"Well, why don't we let this person tell you the rest?"
Heather stopped talking and someone else picked up the phone. The voice said:
"Hello, Jennifer."
I said to the voice:
"Who is this?"
"This is Brent. The real Brent. The Brent that never loved you. The Brent that manipulated you this whole time! The Brent that didn't care whether you lived or died that night. The Brent that gave you AIDS."
"Brent, stop talking like that! Heather's got you brainwashed! That's not really you! You're my boyf-----"
"B****, don't you get it? I NEVER LOVE YOU! NEVER! You see, me and Heather have been working together this past week just to see you fall and not get up! For instance, the Dr. Pepper bottle. All I needed was for you to tell me your favorite drink and I had you right where I wanted you.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm glad you asked. Each drink was mixed together with alcohol and a lethal drug which was pretty much the reason why you acted the way that you acted every time you took a sip of that drink and in your case, it was alcohol mixed with cocaine."
So, that's what the doctors mean about there being a high concentration of alcohol and cocaine in my system! That's what was in the bottle of Dr. Pepper! That's why I blacked out at the party! I poured the whole thing down my throat to the point where the alcohol, coke and soda took me out and gave me a heart attack! After hearing that, I yelled out:
"YOU BASTARD! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS! YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME! (crying) And I thought you actually loved me! I thought what we had was real!"
Brent started laughing on the other end. He said, as villainous as he possibly could:
"You thought wrong, b****! I would never love a girl like you! You are one of the most disgusting girls in the whole school! You never had a shot at trying to get me and you never will! So why do you do everyone a big favor and DIE ALREADY?!!"
I yelled out from the top of my lungs:
"F*** YOU, MOTHER******!"
I hung up my phone, threw it at the wall and it split in two. I put my head in my hands and started crying. I was so mad and so sad that I screamed and cried at the same time! I can't believe that my love life was all a lie! I can't believe that Heather put me through all of this! I can't believe that I yelled at my own best friend and left her there on the floor to cry because I was too stubborn to listen to what she had to say about that a**hole and that evil, lowdown f****** lesb****! I was truly heartbroken and felt like no one cared about me. I felt like I had another heart attack because everything in my body hurt so bad. I didn't want to go anywhere. I didn't want to see anymore. I didn't feel like going on anymore. I got up from the floor, ran to the bathroom, got the prescription pills that my mom would take for her insomnia and got 5 pills. I was planning to kill myself. I figured that it was better than being in this cruel, cruel world that I was not wanted in. I looked in the mirror and watched my despondent reflection. I asked my reflection:
"Why did it have to come to this? Why? This shouldn't be happening to me! Should it?"
I said, while weeping:
"Goodbye, world!"
Then I looked up at the ceiling and yelled:
"I GIVE UP!"
But just as I was about to put the pills in my mouth, someone knocked on the bathroom window. I didn't see a face. I just saw a black fist beating on the window. I went over to the window and saw a boy dressed in all black. Black shoes, black shirt, black jacket, black sunglasses, black pants, black everything. He didn't say anything.
I said:
"Who are you? What do you want?"
He once again didn't say anything. He went into his pocket and brought out a card. He gave me the card and it had a message that said:
"It gets better."
He turned around, took 5 steps forward, snapped his fingers and POOF! He disappeared right before my eyes. As I looked at the card, I wondered why did that boy come to me? What was he trying to tell me? Was he trying to stop me from making a bad decision? I put the pills back into the canister, walked towards the window and shouted to the sky:
"Whoever you are..., thank you!"
-Jaylon
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