Literature
Jesse's Journal
"Go away!" I could feel the words leaving my mouth in a rush, sounding and tasting like acid on my tongue.
"Jesse-"'
"Chester… Go. Away." My face was red, I could feel my cheeks burning, the tears rolling from my eyes and spilling over my face. The pain was incredible, shooting up my thigh, down my calf. I was on the floor, holding my knee up to my torso. But it hardly compared to the throb in my chest, the aching inside of me that told me I'd never dance again. This was the moment I knew. The moment I knew that everything I had ever worked for, ever cherished…that the one thing that I loved most in the world, more than the people
