You can tell we are nearing the end because I don’t have any motivation for Y and Z . . . mainly because I can’t think of any words! It’s like your senior year in high school (or college) when you’ve caught senioritis and you don’t want to work . . . like, AT ALL! Yep, that’s definitely where I am. I apologize in advance for this one being short. Anyway, here’s Y.
“So, Bruce is in the dog house, huh?” Alex yanked the blinds on the window open, allowing the sunshine to pour in and brighten the room. “Wake up. It’s almost noon.”
Jessica winced at the sudden light and pulled the comforter over her head. “Who are you, my mother?”
“If I have to be.” Alex snatched the covers back. She took Jessica by the wrist and jerked her out of bed. “I’ve been watching you kick and punch the air for the last hour. You wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Jessica swayed in place, temporarily losing her vision, and fell back onto the bed. She pressed her palms against her forehead and sighed. “I keep seeing him.”
“Whitmore. I think he’s haunting me.”
“That’s your reason for being cold to Bruce?” Alex asked, placing her hands on her hips.
“He’s the reason Whitmore killed himself.”
“Whitmore killed himself because he’s a fool!”
“How can you be so insensitive?”
Alex sat next to Jessica and rubbed the middle of her back. “Whitmore was being selfish,” she said softly. “He killed himself because he knew you would eventually leave him. He wanted to make sure that even when you move on, he’ll always be there in your mind as the boyfriend who committed suicide because of you. It was his way of ensuring his legacy with you anyway, and you’re letting him!”
“No I’m not!” Jessica protested.
“Yes you are. Your nightmares. This thing about him haunting you. Bruce said he thought he saw you choking yourself at your apartment. Are you gonna tell me that was Whitmore too?”
“Come on. You have to pull yourself together, Jess. Exorcise this demon.” Alex stood, pulling Jessica to her feet with her. She guided Jessica to the bathroom across the hall. “Freshen up,” she said, tapping Jessica on the behind.
“Why? Where are we going?”
“There’s a yoga studio down the street. They’re next class is in fifteen minutes. We’re getting rid of this tension once and for all.”