The True Emotion Games

(Just so you know, this has nothing, I repeat nothing to do with the Hunger Games. It just happens to have a similar name) When Tess's boyfriend Sam dies, she is broken. And when her ex goes on a killing spree of all of her family, aiming for her next, she feels she has nothing else to live for. But right before she decides to end it all, she joins the True Emotion Games, a competition set up by Love/Hate (after all, they really are the same thing). She now has a purpose, a meaning. Find out what the True Emotion Games are (it's in the prologue, you don't even have to read more, I swear) and how Tess copes with them in the True Emotion Games.

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16. Chapter 14: Monumental Moments

Chapter 14

Tess opened her eyes. And she had no idea where she was. She picked herself up off the ground and shivered. Then she realized. Sillisbury. She was in Sillisbury. At the same place where the bus had been the last time they were there. Which was yesterday. Tess smiled. Vee knew Tess so well. She immediately went over to the
coffee shop where the Nook had been. Of course, after wiping her eyes and having Vee reassure her that she looked okay. It seemed that nobody was really outside. It was a Monday, so that would make sense. Parents at work, kids at school. As she stepped inside the coffee shop, the warm air rushed to greet her and a grin came with it. She went up to the counter and got a hot chocolate. Tess paid and went over to the stairs so she could go up to the Nook. The stairs were wooden and slightly creaky, but in a cute vintage way. Her hand slid along the railing as she went up. The cozy little Nook came into view when she neared the top. It was deserted. Tess immediately went to the bookshelves to look for something to read. Her fingers trailed over the spines off the books. Each one held a different story, and not the story that was printed on the pages. It was the story of where the book had been. With who. When. Why the red cover was so faded. Why the binding was beginning to flake off. Why there was that rip on the 74th page. Those were the stories that Tess liked better. But she would settle for the one on the pages. Her eyes scanned the books, looking for something that caught her eye. She had always been quick to judge a book by its cover, no matter the saying. A navy one on the tallest shelf stood out. She reached up and plucked it from being squished between the other books. The cover had no design except an indent in cursive at the top left which read "diary". It was a leather cover, the navy shiny but slightly dull. Tess, fascinated, settled into the couch, putting her hot chocolate on the table. She opened to the first page of the book. It was a vintage looking parchment type color. Written in ink. Written, not typed. That was odd. If this was a book that was sold a lot, why would it be written by hand? But what if it was a diary? The name of it was diary anyways. The handwriting was pretty neat. She started to read.
*in book*
June 14
I can't stay here any longer. Being here is just killing me. Leading her on like this, I can't do it. She would hate me if she knew the reason why we met. I hate the reason too. But I can't do anything about it. I signed up for it. I should leave soon before he tells her. I know that she will probably ask me if it's true and I will have to tell her the truth. I can't lie to her. I just can't. I can't let what happened with Delia ruin my choices with her. And I especially can't let him tell her. I can't. I won't. I'm leaving after the dance. Pack my bags and go. Start somewhere new.

June 18
The dance is in a few days. I already have my route planned out. It's by where Delia and I used to live. I might as well just break up into little bits right now. Because it won't be any better down there with all those memories swimming around in my head like fish in the ocean. God, Adam. What are you turning into? She really has made her mark on you. Aw shoot. Now I'm talking to myself. Whoopdeedoo.

June 23
I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave after the dance. Why should I exile myself just because of a rule? Maybe she would understand if I told her myself. Maybe she would even think it was cool. On my birthday. I mean, my initiation day, I'll tell her. I will. No chickening out this time, Adam.

June 25
Today she asked me why I have a suitcase packed in my closet. She must have seen it when we were painting my room. Why didn't I hide it? Great job, really. I lied to her. And I said I never would. I told her that it was my memory box. She looked at me funny. Well obviously. It was a pretty dumb, unbelievable answer. But she believed me after when I told her it was actually memories of my parents. She didn't ask more questions. I hope she didn't look inside when we were painting. Then she would know that wasn't true. Why would I have all the things to last me at least a few weeks packed in there? My initiation day, or as I've started to call in my mind, truth day, is on June 29. So close. Only four days to go.

June 27
It's in two days. Two days. What if she doesn't understand? What if she hates me? What if she admits me to a psychiatric hospital? Or even worse, what if she does what Delia did? I might just die. Even if its impossible. Or even worse, what if I have to erase?

June 28
Everything is running through my head. Couldn't I jut stay here for a little longer? With her? No. He'll come soon and take me away. Or her away. Or tell her. I can't. I can't let that happen. I have to tell her. Oh god, the jitters are coming. So many possibilities of what could happen. I feel like I'm going to throw up.

June 29
I told her. I did it. And she laughed and said it wasn't real. And then I showed her. And then she was quiet. And then she tried to call the police and when I tried to get her to stop, she screamed. I had to erase. I had to. No other option. And now I am going. I mean, she doesn't even know my real name, she can't find me. But do I want her to? This is the only thing that I will leave here. So maybe she can find me. Nothing else. And if she doesn't find it and never finds me, I suppose that is the way it is meant to be. I'm leaving at dawn. Man, I really loved this town. I could see it as somewhere to settle. But obviously that isn't going to happen. Well I guess this is goodbye to this book. Bye. And to whoever may read it, fate will work itself out. If you find me, you find me. If you don't, I will have to live with it. Goodbye.
*end of book*

Tess turned the next page, and the next, but the rest of the notebook was blank. She felt like she had just uncovered something giant. Monumental, you could say. And she had. A clatter of something metal falling over made her look sharply up. A guy looking apologetic was smiling at her, bending over to pick up a small table he had knocked over.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," he said in a deep voice.
"Oh, no problem," she replied, subconsciously hiding the diary she was reading. He set the table upright and walked over to her. He pushed himself into the chair across from the couch she was sitting on. He pointed at the book.
"What were you reading?" he asked.
"Oh, um, it's kind of embarrassing, but it was, uh, my old diary entries," Tess responded, making up a quick lie, and hiding her unsure voice by blushing. She didn't even know why she was lying. Why not just tell him the truth? But she didn't even know him. Why should she share something so crazy with him?
"Nah, I think it's kinda cute." She looked up.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. My girlfriend does the same thing," he added, smiling. Tess relaxed. He wasn't trying to flirt with her. That was good. After what had just happened with Jason only minutes ago... She wouldn't to have been able to handle it.
"That's really sweet. How long have you been dating?"
"Just over five months," he answered.
"Awwwww!!!"
"Oh! You're one of those types of girls!" He exaggerated the word those. Tess pretended to be offended.
"And what exactly would that be?" she tried to look sassy. He laughed.
"I'm only joking." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Jackson." Tess shook his hand.
"I'm Tess. Nice to meet you," she said back.
"Same to you." His smile was genuine and warmed her heart. Sillisbury was getting nicer by the second. "So are you new here, or just visiting?" he asked.
"Everyone really does know each other here, don't they?" Tess observed.
"What do you mean?" Confusion was written all over his face.
"Yesterday, somebody asked me the same thing! I mean, not the same words, and maybe a but ruder, but-"
"Charlie? It was Charlie, wasn't it?" he interrupted. Tess blinked.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"She's like that. She's my best friend and neighbor. Always has been. And she says things that come off rude if you don't know her, so..."
"Ah, I see. I used to have a friend like that," she responded.
"Used to?" Jackson inquired, his eyebrows raised. She bit her lip.
"It's kind of a long story," she tried avoiding the question. He leaned forward until he was so close that she could feel his breath on her skin.
"I have time." He grinned. She leaned back abruptly and picked up the notebook.
"I don't. I have to go," Tess stammered, hurrying to the stairs. He grabbed her wrist at the last second. She paused, her eyes only on his hand.
"Wait, no. Did something happen? Something just doesn't seem right here." She slowly turned around and lifted her eyes to his chocolate brown ones.
"I- I can't talk about it. Not with you," she muttered.
"Not me? Oh." He was visibly crushed and both of their eyes were on his hand when he let to off her wrist and it drifted back to his side.
The guilt was starting to flood her.
"I mean, even if I would tell you, I just met you. Why should I tell a complete stranger about such personal things?" He looked up at her, his eyes so sincere looking, making Tess want to melt.
"I just... I feel like I've known you forever. I just want you to trust me. I think you seem like a really fantastic person and anyone could guess that something is bothering you. I wouldn't be able to stand to see you getting hurt or seeing you let whatever it is get you down because you can't talk about it. Please, just tell me." And as he was talking, she was so mesmerized by his eyes, and she was leaning to the side... Suddenly, she was jerked back into the present, while gravity got her down the stairs. She fell with a shriek. Headfirst. And it hurt. It felt like everyplace on her body was getting touched by the hardwood, her head trying to stay out of reach from the damage that could be caused to it. And finally, she crumpled into a heap at the bottom, feeling abused by gravity, every inch of her just wanting to curl up into a corner and cry. She heard Jackson shout her name and the racket of his shoes pounding down the steps. The noise was like someone was shaking a jar of pennies right in her ear. Loud and clanging on her poor head. The thought of his eyes was the last thing in her head besides pain before everything went black.

 

Note: I apologize if there are some grammar/spelling mistakes. I just wanted to finish the chapter and I was editing it past midnight, so... And thank you Rilee for being the awesome person you are :)

 

Oh and OH MY FUGGING GOSH

 

How did I forget this?

 

You know how the last author's note was thanking you guys about 300 reads? Well, now, there are over 500 reads!!!!

 

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and wow I feel like I've repeated that over and over and over...

 

Well anyhoo, thank you. I appreciate every read and every comment and every like and every favorite and every fan :)

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