past the point of love

in a creepy little world

Josie blinked. Had she been asleep with her eyes opened? She looked back at the other side of the mattress expecting to find Jonah, but he wasn’t there. Josie didn’t move. She looked above and around her wondering how long she’d been here. She was too light headed to move. What had happened? She was so sedated as she struggled to lift herself up on her elbows. Really the place was so musky and dusty. Josie made a face. It was much more gloomy now too. Josie blinked more. What had happened? Why had she came here with Jonah? She wished she had her cell. She would call Noah, but she didn’t have it. What an idiot, she thought now of herself. She hated this. What was she thinking? Could it get anymore strange or dreadful? She felt so much was happening that it was overwhelming. And if she didn’t watch it, she might get herself arrested. Josie caught a glimpse of the police station across the street then. She squinted back tears then. How messed up was she? And how messed up was Jonah? Noah was on her mind. Really, he was the one she needed. Not Jonah. Why hadn’t she listened to him? So much was going through her head, Josie had never felt so alone before. It was so hot here too. Her clothes were soaking with sweat. Could it get anymore miserable? Just then she thought she heard something. Something down below. Maybe she wasn’t alone. Maybe somebody had came back for her. She hurried to get up and staggered across the room toward the stairs. She thought she might fall, but she managed. “Jonah! Jonah! Is that you!?” Josie yelled down the stairwell.