Eye See You: The Last Days of Janelle pt. 9

As class is letting out I rush up to him. 

I grab his arm, he jumps.
He’s on edge. 

That fear.  That damn fear.

I tell him I need to talk to him.

I tell him that I got the same message as him.

I don’t tell him when.  He doesn’t need to know that yet.

He doesn’t need to know about the weeks and months of emotional hell in front of him.

Not yet.

The fear in his eyes tells me.

He got the firs text. 

He knows that he’s being watched.

His friend was moving towards him. 

I didn’t like her. 

She suffered from Resting Bitch Face, and smelled like chemicals knocked around until they somewhat resembled the scent of roses.

He needs to listen to me. I start to plead.

Bitch Face pulls him away.