Wednesday 4/16/08 Who: Dizzy and Jacob Where: Dizzy's room When: evening What: A distraught Jacob needs to talk to someone.
Just after he took his anger out on the sofa in the student lounge, Jacob's anger depleted. It was not gone, but guilt and sadness replaced what was left. He was an idiot! No, Lyle was. What the hell should he have done? Now like always he had dug himself into deeper trouble and his hands started to shake. He headed to the girls' dormitory in somewhat of a daze. The only thought he had now was to find one of the few people he had left and his numbed body brought him to in front of Dizzy's door.
What would happen to him? How awful were people? Jacob reached to knock on the door to her room, starting to feel lonelier than ever. He had been hanging on emotionally as it was and this just sent him over the edge. Nausea set in and tears fell down his cheeks before the door opened. Doing what he did probably was immature and insane, but he didn't care. His gaze fell to the floor - he hated life, he hated people, but he couldn't hate her.
"I ---" Great, how he wasn't even able to speak. Jacob started to hyperventilate. He needed to tell her what he had done and what else had happened. "Lyle's done being my friend." It was said in a whisper, and he sat on her bed, bending over to bury his face in his hands. "I fucked up really badly."