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from the salad. ‘I’m seeing Zack.’ She beamed.
‘Oh well...it looks like there is progress.’
‘Yes I’d say there is, he’s just different.’ She tried to explain just how different.
‘I’m impressed, he must really like you.’
Jasmine had to agree and yet she couldn’t understand why. Each time she stood before the mirror passing judgement upon herself, the more she questioned Zack.
‘I guess he does,’ she said finally then proceeded to open the coke. She pulled out the straw from the wrapper, placed it into the drink and took a sip. ‘I like him too,’ she said.
‘Ooooh, this is getting really interesting. Jasmine liking someone, he must be really special.’
‘Yeah, he is.’ She smiled and took another sip and felt her body relax and the crazy thoughts move to the back of her mind.
After a while of small talk, Jasmine reached for her bag and pulled out a fork that was securely placed in a sandwich bag. She opened the bag, pulled out the fork and inspected it. Ella decided not to say a word just in case she disrupted Jasmine’s thoughts. She continued to eat as if nothing was wrong and waited while Jasmine attempted to open the salad.
There was salad dressing in a little packet that came with the salad. Jasmine pulled open the dressing and sprinkled it over the salad. It smelt divine and her mouth began to water. She watched the salad for a moment as if it were going to reach out and strangle her, but then she shook her head and knew that there wasn’t anything dirty in it and began to eat.
It tasted amazing and as it hit her taste buds over and over again Jasmine felt the comfort.
‘This tastes good,’ she had to admit and took another fork into her mouth.
‘So where are you guys going?’ Ella asked.
‘Well, I’m not sure yet. I guess we’ll decide on the day.’ Again she put food into her mouth. ‘As long as it’s not too busy and you know...’
‘Totally, I know you so well.’
‘Thank you,’ Jasmine said.
‘For what?’
‘For being my friend, for caring about me and my craziness.’
‘I love you, you know that. I just wish...’ she decided to let it go.
‘It’s okay you can say it.’
‘I just wish you’d let me come to your house or you come to mine.’
Jasmine nodded, she wanted that too but it was too big of a step.
‘One step at a time, right? I mean look I’m eating a salad in a restaurant, who knows one day I’ll be at your door.’
Ella smiled and nodded, she wanted that so much.
****
W hen Jasmine got home and had done the usual routine of locking and unlocking the door, flicking on the lights off and on and walking through the kitchen to check the contents of the fridge, she walked over the answer machine and pressed the message button.
Honey its mum, why don’t you call or come and see us anymore. Dad and I are worried about you. Are you okay, please send me a message just to let us know you’re okay. Don’t hide yourself away. We love you.
There was a beep and then the line went dead. Jasmine pressed the play button again and listened to her mother’s soothing voice. She’d never wanted to stop visiting them but every time she went back to Manchester, she relived her old life and all the horrible memories rushed back in, sending her into an overdrive stressful period.
It was always hard work to see her parents; she had to make sure she did things the way that made her comfortable. The minute she stepped into the house was the minute she became seventeen again. It was inevitable and it didn’t do her any good.
For the last time she played the message and let it touch her deep down, allowing her mother’s voice be the comfort it always was. Next she headed for the bathroom and took a long shower. There were thoughts of Zack instead of negative thoughts of being back home. With Zack on her mind she seemed to be safe, safe from feeling as though she had to fix herself in someway. She wondered where they would go and what they
‘Oh well...it looks like there is progress.’
‘Yes I’d say there is, he’s just different.’ She tried to explain just how different.
‘I’m impressed, he must really like you.’
Jasmine had to agree and yet she couldn’t understand why. Each time she stood before the mirror passing judgement upon herself, the more she questioned Zack.
‘I guess he does,’ she said finally then proceeded to open the coke. She pulled out the straw from the wrapper, placed it into the drink and took a sip. ‘I like him too,’ she said.
‘Ooooh, this is getting really interesting. Jasmine liking someone, he must be really special.’
‘Yeah, he is.’ She smiled and took another sip and felt her body relax and the crazy thoughts move to the back of her mind.
After a while of small talk, Jasmine reached for her bag and pulled out a fork that was securely placed in a sandwich bag. She opened the bag, pulled out the fork and inspected it. Ella decided not to say a word just in case she disrupted Jasmine’s thoughts. She continued to eat as if nothing was wrong and waited while Jasmine attempted to open the salad.
There was salad dressing in a little packet that came with the salad. Jasmine pulled open the dressing and sprinkled it over the salad. It smelt divine and her mouth began to water. She watched the salad for a moment as if it were going to reach out and strangle her, but then she shook her head and knew that there wasn’t anything dirty in it and began to eat.
It tasted amazing and as it hit her taste buds over and over again Jasmine felt the comfort.
‘This tastes good,’ she had to admit and took another fork into her mouth.
‘So where are you guys going?’ Ella asked.
‘Well, I’m not sure yet. I guess we’ll decide on the day.’ Again she put food into her mouth. ‘As long as it’s not too busy and you know...’
‘Totally, I know you so well.’
‘Thank you,’ Jasmine said.
‘For what?’
‘For being my friend, for caring about me and my craziness.’
‘I love you, you know that. I just wish...’ she decided to let it go.
‘It’s okay you can say it.’
‘I just wish you’d let me come to your house or you come to mine.’
Jasmine nodded, she wanted that too but it was too big of a step.
‘One step at a time, right? I mean look I’m eating a salad in a restaurant, who knows one day I’ll be at your door.’
Ella smiled and nodded, she wanted that so much.
****
W hen Jasmine got home and had done the usual routine of locking and unlocking the door, flicking on the lights off and on and walking through the kitchen to check the contents of the fridge, she walked over the answer machine and pressed the message button.
Honey its mum, why don’t you call or come and see us anymore. Dad and I are worried about you. Are you okay, please send me a message just to let us know you’re okay. Don’t hide yourself away. We love you.
There was a beep and then the line went dead. Jasmine pressed the play button again and listened to her mother’s soothing voice. She’d never wanted to stop visiting them but every time she went back to Manchester, she relived her old life and all the horrible memories rushed back in, sending her into an overdrive stressful period.
It was always hard work to see her parents; she had to make sure she did things the way that made her comfortable. The minute she stepped into the house was the minute she became seventeen again. It was inevitable and it didn’t do her any good.
For the last time she played the message and let it touch her deep down, allowing her mother’s voice be the comfort it always was. Next she headed for the bathroom and took a long shower. There were thoughts of Zack instead of negative thoughts of being back home. With Zack on her mind she seemed to be safe, safe from feeling as though she had to fix herself in someway. She wondered where they would go and what they
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