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Chapter 8~

Opposites Attract

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A/N: ahh im back from the dead lol, here's another installment. i'm kinda pretty proud of it but i also feel like i could improve it so lemme know how you feel! also it may seem like this is the end, but i promise it's not, just wanted to end this chapter like that... we still got some more coming (don't know how mnay more butttt some more chapters) anyway.. stay safe, lots of love and happy reading!!!

content warning: kidnapping, breaking and entering, implied homophobia, mentions of nightmares/night terrors, mentions of medication, swearing, brief mention of nudity, adult themes in general.

remember you control the media you consume, if you think this might be triggering in any way, don’t read it, your mental health comes first.

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Ami coughed. It sounded like a seal bark. She hit her chest with her fist, in an attempt to dislodge the phlegm that had found its home there. It was annoying, she had woken up with a sore, dry throat. As the day progressed it evolved into a nasty cough and some sniffles, and Ami was fed up.

Her mom tutted when Ami described to her the symptoms “Sorry kid, you must have come down with a cold, stay at home, don’t want you to give it to anyone else at work” Ami sighed.

“It’s for the best love, goodness knows you could do with a break” Her mom was busy trying to stuff a steel lunch box into Cam’s bag. “God, why is it so full, what does that boy put in here?” Ami turned towards the stairs, maybe she would read a book or draw something. Yeah. That sounded nice.

Ami had an easel in her room, the original color was a pale wood but it was almost hidden beneath the paint that had been splashed across it over the years. She grabbed a fresh canvas, Ami wasn’t sure what she wanted to paint so she combed through her sketchbook for inspiration.

It was filled with Jahani. Memories of happier times. Sketches of Jahani, most of them were of her sleeping. Jahani’s face was warm from the sunshine, Jahani smiling in her sleep, Jahani naked in Ami’s bed. She promptly closed the book.

If Jahani had known about this book it would’ve given her a heart attack. The drawings so lovingly made, the scribbles professing her love in simple words were all admissions of sin. If anyone found this, it would be over. Some of the many little things that made it so terrifying when Ami’s parents burst into her room unannounced, or when there was a knock on the door, but Ami had always reasoned that that's what made their romance so interesting, their love so thrilling.

The sun and the moon, the morning person and the invisible girl, the loudmouth and the detail-orientated.

So that’s what Ami drew, she painted and painted, until her arm was sore and her paint water was fully dirty. When she stepped back her cough tore through her, making her eyes water. On the easel were two girls, they were seated at the bottom of a massive hickory tree, but they were so so different. One was light-skinned with bleach blonde hair and a lopsided smile, she was wearing an orange sundress and a sun dangled above her. The other girl had brown-toned skin and curly dark hair that fell in front of her face, it was impossible to tell if she was smiling. She held a book in one hand and clasped the other girl's hand tight. A moon drooped above her head.

The painting was downright an admission of love, it was dangerous.

But now that their attachment was gone, Ami needed some danger. Jahani was different, so so different, she was so cautious. She remembered the small things and cared about everything, for better or worse. But opposites attract, right?

That's what kept them so strong, so tightly knit. Until Jahani had shouted at the love of her life to shut the fuck up and go away and Ami had taken her at her word and gone away.

Now, Ami wishes she was less headstrong and more even-tempered like Jahani and Jahani wishes that she wasn’t as insecure and she didn’t bottle things up because now she made a fucking mess that she can’t fix and she needs it to be fixed.

Suddenly Ami heard a knock on the front door- no, it was a banging, a crashing, and a clock striking midnight.

And suddenly Ami can’t think, suddenly she can’t speak because there are people in her room and she wants them to be out and suddenly she is being pushed back and pushed down.

And suddenly she can’t scream because her lungs are out of air.

And suddenly there’s nothing.

Because suddenly she doesn’t want to wake up from the nightmare, because that means this is real life.

And suddenly, she wants her meds back so this can all just go away.

So suddenly, it was all so sudden.

Now, it’s no longer.

It was all so suddenly, that they stormed in and ripped apart, worn hands flipped through books and touched her and broke down her room.

Ami couldn’t see, she couldn’t think.

She needed this to be a nightmare, she needed to wake up and be at home in her bed.

Ami didn’t want to be in a world where she and Jahani had been found out.

Where they had been forced out. Ami needed to be saved, whether that be by her mother shaking her awake, Cami running around her room, Jahani coming to being her solace, or her own brain tossing her back to reality.

The last thing Ami saw before the door to her room closed was the painting being smashed under the foot of a stranger.

The crunch was almost satisfying, Jahani would liken it to a chapter from a heavy book being closed, and maybe that’s what it was, another chapter done.

Fin.

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