Chapter 30

                                    

                                          
Song of the Chapter: Caraphernelia by Pierce the Veil.
                          
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Name Of the Chapter: What's So Good About Picking Up the Pieces?
                          
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Kayleigh's POV
                          
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Have you ever experienced the dreaded feeling of having to get up out of bed, while you're extremely comfortable and just don't feel like leaving it, but having to get up anyway, so you feel awful all day? Well, that's what I was feeling, right now. I was perfectly happy with staying in bed, but no, I had to get up to tell Janice to be quiet. She decided it would be a great idea to return home at 7:30 a.m, and make herself pancakes. My guess, when she returned home, was that she was drunk because might I say, she was shocking at cooking. And she hated cooking as well. But when I asked her what she was doing, she said she was hungry and didn't want to wake me. And I was about to scream. 
                          
Now, it was around 12, and I was laying on the couch, groaning because I had what us humans call the menstrual cycle. I know in a lot of stories, so many authors like to avoid that subject and pretend like it doesn't happen. Well, it does. Although I wish it didn't, it does and I'm not going to go into details or anything but let me tell you this, I want to kill everybody. Not because my hormone levels were off the charts, but because I'm in so much pain it only seems fair to put everyone else in equal amount of pain as the excruciating pain I am feeling. 
                          
That's just how my brain works. 
                          
Today was the first day that Janice had stayed home, and not gone out. It was weird with her at home. Not a good weird, but an uncomfortable we-have-nothing-in-common-anymore-so-I'm-going-to-attempt-making-conversation-with-you-although-it's-awkward kind of weird. And because it just didn't feel natural having her back. 
                          
"So what are you doing for Vic's birthday?" Janice asked, sitting on the sofa chair while I laid on the couch with chocolate and some Disney movies. I didn't particularly like chick-flicks so I used Disney movies as a cliché substitute. 
                          
"Vic's birthday was 2 and a half months ago." I said, adding a piece of chocolate to my mouth. 
                          
"He told me his birthday was the 10th of February." She seemed a bit confused, and yet, so was I. What year was she living? 
                          
"It's half way through May." I looked at her, and realised she wasn't sober for 80% of that time so I could understand why she didn't realise her whole life was passing by without her knowing it, "I am surprised you remembered anyway, I thought you didn't like Vic?" 
                          
"I don't really. Just a bit of fun I guess." She shrugged, and this was the exact moment when I wanted to kill her. 
                          
"I hope Vic knows, because what's so good about picking up the pieces? Nothing." I really hoped Vic knew that what they were doing was just fun. I really did. 
                          
"I am sure he does." And that's where the awkward silence came in. Again. Before Janice piped up and said, "I'll ask him later on tonight." And she walked away to her room. 
                          
"Oh yeah, and Janice. Two things, 1) your parents came around last night and asked for you so I'd call them if I were you." I stood up and got quite close to her before I finished the rest of my sentence, "and 2) if I ever find out that you give Vic drugs again, or force him to take them, you better watch out because karma's going to come round' and bight you in the ass." Now, I am not a very confrontational person, I am not going to lie, but when someone -like Janice- tries to ruin my best friend, I will be defensive. But Janice didn't look terrified, at all. She just looked at me and smirked, like she just told the most amazing joke ever.